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

"We've bought every clothing available, I doubt there's any clothes left that I like!" Hiro was already tired, he wasn't a fan of shopping.

"I'm not going to lie, I'm tired too. Let's grab some foods, I noticed there weren't any at the houses."

The whispers targeted at them ceased the moment they realised that they could afford to buy within that mall. The fact that they hired a mall cart proved that they could afford a whole lot.

Now they were getting genuine smiles, even greetings here and there. They were glad nobody knew who they truly were, they'd hate to swarmed by pretentious rich kids.

They went to a food court, luckily it was buffet style. They dished all they could eat and paid 100 creds for it.

They decided to buy a week's worth of food and ask for it to be delivered within that hour. They walked out of the mall and it was slightly getting darker, they didn't notice while inside.

Area 1, II