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

He was disorientated as he woke. The uproar in the arena didn't help the case, he felt his head was about to split in half if he dared to even move. But he dared, his hand raised to rub his eyes that seemed to be seeing in a blurred vision.

He rubbed them a lot, perfect vision only returned to one of his eyes. He looked around, he was surrounded by a mob of very unhappy players. All expressing their frustrations at the same time.

Most of them have played games similar to this one, and they've been part of guild wars before. The way these ones were held were nothing close to what they were used to.

They'd strategised according to their past information of other games, only to be halted by a long, impossible to climb wall. Telling them they knew nothing.

'What the hell happened anyway?' Kiro tried to search his mind to fill the blanks that had took residence in his mind. Nothing came to him.

Undisputed Winners