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

"Are you sure you want to accept this guys challenge?" Isla had come all the way because she was a little concerned.

"What choice do I have? Won't I be labelled a coward if I don't?"

"Since when did you care what others think?"

"I mean, I don't, not really, but if what they think is what I think, then I would care, no? The guy is a bit arrogant. I want to nail him back to the floorboards, show him there's bigger fish or something like that."

Isla nodded, still unsure of what to make the situation. Everybody knew who Kiro was in this game, so she found it odd that he'd get challenged if the person didn't have the means to properly fight back.

"Well, be careful." She warned, nonchalantly walking away.

He pondered Isla's worries for a while before it was time to enter the arena. The votes were in and 99% of them voted that they should fight.

Underwhelming Anticipated Fight