Arrkein

Being a bottom feeder in society is an unpleasant experience.

That's how Kiro felt after being left for dead in a back alley. Abandoned and disappointed by the 'work hard' ethic his parents left for him.

'At least the heavens are weeping for me.'	As the light from his eyes faded, he declared as the last act of defiance.

He awoke in a room he hadn't seen in ten years. Whether it was due to sheer luck or divine intervention, he was grateful.

'Through the VR game, Asgard, I'll become filthy rich in this life time.'


Kiro was blissfully unaware that his return was a cry for something greater, for the underlying threats that hovered over his world.

The Earth After Rebirth

The class was a bit dark, lights purposely dimmed because they were already watching an old film. About the very first VR gear attempted in their world.

They tiptoed, manoeuvring through the long desks, hoping the teacher stayed ignorant. But she had already seen them, she waited for them to be seated.

"The president should be at least 10 minutes early, set a stand-up example for others here." She commented having paused the film.

"I didn't ask for this." Kiro mumbled a whisper that wouldn't reach his teacher's ears.

"I'm so sorry Teach, I overslept. It won't happen again." He said with an apologetic smile.

Dr. Ramirez shook her head. He cut him some slack this time, remembering that, just yesterday, he was on trial. As much as they wanted to call it a hearing, it was definitely a trial.

Beast Rental