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

"What are you guys whispering about?"

Their skin almost jumped from their muscles when they heard the sudden interruption. Their necks mechanically turned and it was Isla no less.

Abrupt panic jolted within Kiro. He didn't know how she'd heard and that she was playing dumb. He didn't know how long she'd been standing there, for all his focus was on their conversation and the fact that Nikolai declared he'd be killing his father.

He admitted he should've been more vigilant as there were outsiders there too, but regret wouldn't turn back time no matter how much he felt it.

"It's rude to sneak on people, what if we'd attacked!" He didn't know what else to say.

"Attacked? Yeah right, you should've seen your faces. You were so scared you couldn't even move!"

The Third Obstacle