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 three froze in fear. The atmosphere in the room changed drastically the moment the silhouette opened his mouth. The killing intent wafting through the air was hazardous.

Their bewitched state was disturbed by fits of laughter. They instinctively looked to the side, only to see Kiro and Hiro laughing maniacally. The intent didn't seem to bother them at all.

"Oh man, he still talks like that." Kiro said in-between laughs.

"Never gets old, never." Hiro agreed.

"You, you dare mock me once again, mortal?" Dracula said with a voice full of contempt.

"Oh shut up. We will embarrass you once again, let's do this."

The room gained a bit of warmth as the lanterns on the walls lit up a bit, giving the room some light. Revealing a thin, tall man dressed like he was to attend a ball that evening.

"Is this him? Is this Dracula, the vampire you infuriated?" Nikolai whispered.