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 did you think he meant?" Hiro asked both to himself and those who were present. The statement wasn't all that bad, but it felt ominous, so much so it was hard to ignored.

"Prometheus?" Kiro asked dumbly, not really paying attention.

Hiro looked at his friend shaking his head, "who else?"

Kiro shrugged nonchalantly. What Prometheus said was very vague, it could have meant a thousand different things and he wasn't in the mood to mull it over. His focus was entirely on that weekend.

Compared to that, the game's riddles and warnings seemed less important. They were declaring war on the Sanctum, a notoriously unknown society which ran their country however they wanted. They were challenging it with their real bodies, not in-game avatars. A lot could go wrong.

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