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

They spent most of their day mostly in competition with each other. Driving virtual dirt bikes and racing on really unfriendly terrain.

The virtual bikes were very realistic. On the first round they were normal ones, racing at insane speeds on the dirt road.

"Oh Ki, I didn't think you were this terrible at driving!" She exclaimed.

"I'm just warming up, just warming up!" He made his excuses that he didn't quite believe himself.

This made Isla giggle. The scenery suddenly changed, the virtual world went from beautiful and sunny to grumpy and thunderous.

The wheels on the bikes disappeared into its stomach, thrusters appeared that levitated it to the skies. It was clear that their next battle would be amongst the grey skies.

The timer went down and a big go appeared. At a blink of an eye, the bikes were no longer visible from the group as they navigated through the clouds.

First Time For Both