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

Jin looked back, he couldn't help it. Even though it wasn't ideal, this was his home for the past 12 or more months. He wasn't sad by all means to leave, but his newfound feelings brought about sentimentality to him.

The underground ring shook violently as they pushed through it. A rambling could be heard as though the place was complaining. Threatening to swallow anything under it whole.

Now that Jin was faced with a possible death, he wanted to live. He'd been reminded of his family and he wanted to do anything to reach them, he could spend his entire life making amends for the souls he'd took.

He had shame before of how he could go back with all the blood on his hands but his son somehow got through to him, not with words but the goals he was working towards to achieve a better world for everyone in their society.

Tragedy Strikes