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's week would've been uneventful if he didn't have a little brother. He didn't get in any more trouble, he just called him a lot, entirely because someone or another didn't believe that he was brothers with Kiro Waynworth.

And since Kiro didn't want him getting in anymore trouble, he entertained his wild thoughts since he didn't want to talk to the weird principal again.

He didn't mind much, if his reputation meant Loki had a better standing at the school, that was even better.

The weekend fast approached, they hadn't had fresh air to breathe with all the academy work that was being thrown at them. Clearly last term was just a welcome, this time, the work was in piles, they couldn't even game that first week back.

"Ki, you promised!" Isla said through gritted teeth.

"Did I really? But you surely understand? Winning the guild wars must not be that important to you?" Kiro wasn't willing to back down.

A Second