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

Everyone stood there a little confused. The system hadn't exactly explained how the second stage would conducted.

"System, can't you be a little bit specific? Do we fight all of us, or it'll be a one on one with the said guild?" Nikolai found himself asking.

[The challenger will decide the way in which they fight their opponents. Yes, the system will not match you guys, you surely have grudges with each other. It would be a shame if I got in the way, wouldn't it? There's 200 guilds here right now, meaning a 100 guilds here are responsible for taking out the other 100.

Amongst the guilds up to 10 champions can be chosen if the choice is to do it one on one. I hope that's clear.]

"Is there a guild you have a grudge against?" Kiro asked Jorge.

In The Arena