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

Trent felt his heart jump out from his body, as the person chasing almost caught him. The door closed just in the knick of time.

He breathed slowly, calming himself down, at the same time proud he managed to escape unscathed.

His palms were moist with sweat, he stood as dignified as he could, and wipe them on the back of his blazer.

"That was close, who were they anyway? They even knew about the secret organisation, this is terrible news indeed."

He practically leapt out of the lift as soon as the doors opened, he was old but it wasn't too demanding as long as he wasn't fighting like he was still a youth.

He immediately noticed his master, pacing back and forth. Not seeing Isaac or his friends in sight, he was washed over with relief.

First of His Kind