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

Kiro looked at the being in front of him, as if waiting for him to say the big reveal. Because the one he had said must've been some kind of a joke.

His face once again contorted into one of panic. If this wasn't the game, then where was he. He understood what the being told him about this place, but he was just a human, the urge to know the where and how were very strong.

"It's not a joke." He reassured him.

The appearance he put on was definitely easy on the eyes. If he hadn't seen his true self, he would probably be admiring how chiselled, yet seemingly soft his facial features were.

"Who are you?" He asked coldly, he wanted to get up but didn't trust that his legs would carry him.

"Time god, Chronos." He said simply as if that was the most obvious thing.

"Who do you think turned back time with your memories intact? Huh?"

Truth Behind Asgard