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

The dean was left thinking as they walked out of his office. He wondered where their confidence came from, maybe it was because this time they didn't lose someone within their friend group.

"Aren't they too conceited?" James asked.

"They're fine, they're young and they've done amazing." The dean answered longingly, hoping they had been bold enough to do what they did.

Kiro couldn't wait to sleep, he practically jumped to hug his bed and pillow. The fatigue from the past days was catching up to him, he was falling in and out of consciousness when he heard a knock on his door. He groaned, not getting up immediately until the fifth knock.

He shuffled his feet towards the door, he was surprised to see Hiro on the other end. Smiling awkwardly and looking all nervous. He didn't say anything and waited for him to talk.

"Can I, can I sleep here tonight?" His expression was pained, as if asking this embarrassed him greatly.

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