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 spent the next couple of days ordering different parts from different shops. He didn't want to be easily found out. At least this way, he would give whoever was snooping a runaround.

Some parts weren't available in regular shops, so he gave Wilfred a call, who willingly helped him out.

"I don't think I can build this myself." He muttered to himself, although he understood the instructions, he soon realised that theory wasn't so easily turned into practical.

He didn't waste time and called Hiro who helped without asking too many questions. Building things from scratch was his forte, even in the real world.

"I personally don't understand why you want us to build a very ancient model of a computer, this thing won't run most of the software we have now." He complained, but he was excited to be a part of this.

Christmas Day