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

The heat was becoming more pronounced. The farther they went, the more the ground looked like slightly molten rock. There were many cracks, shining with a brilliant colour of orange.

They all feared it would crumble with the slightest touch of their tired and rough steps, but no such thing happened. It was as firm as any ground they've ever stepped on.

After the seemingly endless fight with the minotaurs, they took a long, well-deserved break. From fixing their weapons and armour to replenishing their mana and strengths, when they were good to go, they journeyed forwards to the unknown vast land before them.

Unsure what awaited for them in these lands and the throne room. Danger seemed to lurk at every turn, the atmosphere being the worst of the bunch. The heat didn't damage them at all, but it still made it hard to breathe.

"Is that wormwood?" Isaac said, before he could stop himself from asking.

A Misunderstanding