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

They begged Kiro until he relented and promised to throw a party. But his mind wasn't there, it was on the interviews that he'd have to attend the next day.

He had of course told his parents about this, his father promised to go with him. He didn't turn him down because he was quite nervous about the whole thing.

Philip had joined them for breakfast on the eventful morning, Freya insisted on it. He could start eating by his self once he settled in, she told him while convincing him that he was not imposing.

"You have a lot of friends Ki, it's surprising." Freya commented, having had a full house.

"You didn't really have friends at your old school."

Kiro laughed bitterly, remembering that, he didn't have friends at the academy either in his past life. He gained these ones through sheer luck and newfound confidence.

"Loki will start school next year, I should hurry up and apply for him." She said, more to herself.

The Agency