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 last few days were an excruciating waiting period for Kiro. He was yearning to read whatever was on the document. New years was fast approaching, it wouldn't be a special day, or so he thought.

Because around midnight, there was a banging on his door. He had fallen asleep on the chair, looking at the data getting closer to completion. He didn't need to dress up, he sprang to the door, it was Wilfred.

"Madam has to go the hospital, it's about time she gave birth." He said, urgency in his voice.

"Is she okay? Why are you breaking a sweat?" He asked concerned.

"Well, Sir, there seems to be a bit of a complication, we don't know yet, stick around and take care of your siblings. News will be relayed to you every hour."

"I'm going, don't both to try and stop me Wilfred." He ran past him, he could hear the slight noise downstairs, so he headed there straight.

A Complication