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

Since they'd postponed going into another dungeon, Kiro was walking around the Capital's market. He was there to buy his beasts some nutritional meals, they've been worked to the bone they at least deserved a treat for it.

Aeron offered to tag along, so he was being dragged from one shop to another. He wanted more than anything to be friendly with his father's boss's son.

"Why not? They don't get dirty." He shrugged, picking up a second staff and trying dual wielding.

This made Ryu protest in anger, with a higher vibration than ever, he threatened to shake the entirety of Asgard.

"Calm down buddy, I'm not gonna replace you. I'm just trying something out."

Though that didn't seem to calm him down and Kiro accidentally dropped him. The staff continued to vibrate, until there was two of his weapon.

Valhalla's Guild Master