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

He woke up the next day to a commotion downstairs. Of course he barely heard them, as the house was big but he still heard it. The house was usually very quiet in the mornings, the difference wasn't so hard to notice.

He hopped into the shower and wore casual winter clothes. There was a slight knock at the door. When he opened it Wilfred stood on the other end.

"Ma—Sir Kiro, your father is asking for you at Philip's unit. He said, and I quote, bring your guts."

He was about to turn and leave when he remembered something, "Oh by the way Sir, congratulations on being an adult. Happy Birthday."

He knew what was coming, he ran to the kitchen first before heading out, Yuri and LJ were there chopping things up.

"Good morning lovely ladies." He greeted, they greeted back. Wishing him a happy birthday.

Birthday Party