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 pierced through the first head at amazing speeds, which caused the zombie to turn into mushy liquid. He continued to comb forwards. Turning anything he made contact with to mush, at the same time he was creating a way in for his master.

Ryu was not a sharp weapon, but there was nothing he couldn't cut or pierce. He was a mythic staff after all. Kiro felt immense joy that he was the one who stumbled upon it, and most of all he was able to awaken him.

As if Ryu felt his master's feelings, he blitzed faster and reached the end of the hall, and continued on another row of zombies until he got out of the same door he came in.

Kiro caught him, the goo was disgusting to say the least but he didn't show it. He took out a tiny cloth and cleaned his staff.

Den of the Undead