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 snow was melting from the ground, making it more slippery and wet. The melting snow made it colder than it was when it was snowing. Even as evolved as they were, they could feel the piercing winds.

"Kiro Waynworth, right?" A brown skinned boy said, a shade lighter than Kiro, extended his hand. "I'm Nathaniel Whitmore, and no, the dean is just my uncle." He destroyed their thought process before it even formed.

"Right, Nathaniel, nice to meet you." Kiro hadn't a clue what he wanted but he knew he couldn't trust anyone with those surnames.

He understood his hypocrisy very well, most of his friend group was made up of people he didn't want to trust. He was almost certain that Nikolai and Ishaan were on his side, he wanted to believe the girls would be too.

"I'm a second year, academy president. I've heard quite a lot about you. If you ever need anything, don't be shy to come straight to me."

First Day