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

When Kiro offered the potion, he practically snatched it out of his hand and downed it immediately. As though someone was going to come and steal it from him or that Kiro would say he was joking.

"Huh, I expected something to happen." He said turning his hands, thinking maybe he'd see something.

"Were you hoping to get instant powers so that you can fight your way out of paying? Pay up!" Kiro eyed him warily.

"A man can only try." He shrugged, transferring the gold half-heartedly. Now that it could be exchanged for real money, it wasn't easy to just buy anything, especially when it was expensive.

But Viktor figured he could use the power boost, that will enable him to earn more than fifty thousand rushing dungeons. He liked those odds, so he wasn't too hurt.

Quest Of Punishment