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 going too, in that state?"

"Of course I'm going, I don't trust you guys to be able to collect them the way they should be." He commented, washing his hair and removing the soot from his face.

"Yeah, because collecting herbs is so difficult." Kiro rolled his eyes.

Kiro didn't understand that, herbs were very delicate and should therefore be handled by someone who knew what they were doing. The last time he picked herbs was back in beginner's village. Where he picked common ones.

From rare upwards, it needed a steady hand, a professional one, that was something he didn't know despite having watched the game in his past life.

In his defense, he never followed around any craftsmen. He was more into fighters, and the class didn't have anybody who stood out from the rest back then, so he didn't care much about it. Hiro was clearly a very unique person, who was lucky to have bumped into Kiro.

Welcome To Your Hell Training