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

After Dark was in their meeting hall, they all looked tensed up. Clearly something serious was being discussed, something that divided them.

"We have to sell these, they will make us serious money and I know you all know we need all the resources out there." Nikolai argued.

They couldn't talk freely with Aeron there, something they didn't think of before asking him to join in. Now that he had joined, it would be pretty awkward to kick him out again.

They thought it would be alright as long as they were cautious and subtle when bringing up the matter. Having someone finding out that they were the group that caused havoc would be detrimental not only to them, but their families as well.

"I hear you Nikolai, but I think we have enough money. There's the President too helping us out, wouldn't it be great to rule Asgard as guardians? We have all this power, why share it?" Kiro shot back.

A Better Option