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 queue snaked through the newly built building. There were thousands upon thousands of people who showed up. Some cleaned up pretty nicely to make a good impression, while some, tried as they did, they still had an air of homelessness about them.

But that's not something they would consider while hiring. Looks meant nothing, skill was all that mattered, even those with the most basic of skills, they could be trained.

Sekani walked out of the rented car with Wilfred. The noise quickly died down as people saw the man himself walking toward their direction. They saw a familiar face but they couldn't exactly pin where they'd seen him before.

He had cleaned up nicely. Living in the lower district, he didn't care much about his appearance. Now he'd not only shaved and put himself in a suit, he'd also gained weight from his previous gaunt look.

Trouble Brewing