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

They left the middle district feeling great and confident about what they were going to do. Instead of leaving the middle district that same Friday, they travelled the next day, to avoid the urge of going home when they reach the upper district.

It didn't take long before they entered the upper district. They didn't want to draw too much attention to themselves and walking would do just that, they instead rented a car under a fake name.

According to the texts his grandfather left behind, there were only two entrances to the underground ring. One was directly through the Blakeson building, another was kilometers away from town. Deep underground.

There were old sewage drains that connected to the underground ring, and they decided that was the best option for them. They couldn't just walk in through the front door, it'd be too daring and reckless.

Tales From The Ring, IV