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

Each of them entered the first room. They considered splitting up, but decided against it. Remembering the burly men that beat up Hiro's dad. If one of them were caught by them and cornered, they'd have no chance. But together, well, they could try.

They trusted the training they endured until this point, but they also understood the dangers that could occur, being cautious wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

"I guess this is some kind of storage room." Ishaan commented seeing piles upon piles of boxes.

"You know, I'm surprised at how arrogant they are." Kiro couldn't help but chuckle at his realisation.

"What do you mean?" Hiro asked him feeling a little better now that they were away from what they witnessed.

"We haven't detected any cameras, the security around here is lax. They must really be confident that nobody would ever find this place."

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