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

"That's it? That's the great power of a harbinger?" Nikolai mocked.

"Pipe down, it was his blunder this time. Are you confident we can take an army of those things?" Kiro reprimanded him.

Nikolai shrugged. He couldn't hide his disappointment. He had expected the fight to be as grueling and exciting as the one Kiro had vs the Queen.

"Most importantly, system why the f*ck would you give those two true blood potions?"

[I'm not your personal search bar for answers, guardian. I didn't give them anything, it's up to ones luck whether one finds these or not. Shut up and do your job.]

Kiro wished he could get a moment with the system, so he could pummel it into ground beef. Ursa and Isaac started walking towards them, they clearly hadn't the slightest clue about harbingers before this.

He was a bit mad that the system didn't transport them back where they were. The system was just all sorts of disrespectful.

A Stilled Heart