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

After defeating each of the ten champions the opposing guild had chosen, he stood and never left the battleground. It looked like he had every intentions to rebel against the system.

His eyes travelled through the crowds in the arena, piercing each individual they landed on. He was looking for something or someone.

Everyone who met with his sinister angry eyes flinched involuntary. Except for when they landed on Kiro, he looked at him for quite some time. Kiro was now intrigued.

'Why am I meeting all these people that will be great in this game in the future?'

Kiro couldn't quite believe it. It was as if he was a bright light and they were moths. They just kept revealing themselves and being attached to him. And already so far he'd made friends with two of them.

The Challenge