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

Gilbert was sitting in his work office. Deep in thought, he hadn't gone down for a while, he appreciated the break he'd given himself over the week. Trent had volunteered himself to be the one who occasionally went down there to foresee and ensure it operated well.

He wasn't someone that trusted others so easily, he didn't know whether it was because Trent raised him or the fact that old age was making him soft but Trent was an individual he trusted the most.

Initially, only registered Blakesons could go down there, butlers like him would only go if their master wanted it so. But Gilbert broke that rule and registered Trent so that he would go down there without him.

If his father knew, he'd be turning on his grave right now and he probably was, but that was of little matter to him. He had his own demons that were threatening everything he'd ever built.

A Commanding Voice