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 sighed, stopping on his tracks. He looked to where they were seated and beckoned Chasing Madness to the arena. He wasn't sure whether the message was relayed to them.

"Pretty dumb for the system to have all out war battles back to back. They're the most entertainingly, clearly." Kiro mocked.

He didn't really want to go next, he still wanted to laze around. He wanted to stay and recharge some more, so he didn't mistakenly end the fight within a few minutes of it starting.

He wanted to give the crowd a spectacle, much like Isla's guild. He wanted to entertain them to the highest degree. After Chasing Madness got into the arena, Evil Spawn was right behind them. There were about fifteen of them.

"Ah sh*t, I think, we will have a problem, how many necromancers is that? Seven?"

"Oh right, they're like Master's worst enemy and there's like 7 of them!"

Too Late For Regrets