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 sun hadn't come up when the warm fire lulled them to sleep.

Kiro hadn't the slightest clue why, but from the little sleep that stole his conscious mind, he dreamt of his grandfather for the first time since he could remember.

Not even the labyrinth triggered something of that sort, he supposed the conversation they had lit fire under his belly and he was hopeful.

It was just the same memory it was back then at the labyrinth of terror. His grandfather giving him the family necklace and telling him they were once a prestigious family. For the first time since he remembered, he pondered about those words.

Unlike back then, he could now understand what those words meant. But they didn't make sense as Kiro grew up poor as far as he remembered. Even his father grew up with nothing and he never heard stories from his father, no stories he told Kiro anyway.

A Small Army