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

Kiro had the time to look back, just to see whether his friends were fine. The moment he saw that they were, darkness welcomed him like an old friend. He fell face first making a deafening sound that startled the 4.

They went and stood over him, looking at his unmoving body.

"He looks pretty dead." Ishaan commented.

"He'd have pixelated." Nikolai answered.

Felix knelt down, pressing his hand on his chest. He was frantic as he couldn't feel anything there, then realised his bandages were in the way.

He had gained a skill that let him be able to sense others mana and HP with a simple touch. But it was still low ranked, so he had to use his bare hands.

For the first time, he unwrapped his bandages in front of people. He wasn't thinking about that, not at all, he just wanted to save Kiro.

Consequences