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

"Wait, what is this..." He trailed off.

"I think you know, you've encountered a scene like this before. Yes Asgard is just a game for most of you but it was inspired by the events of the past."

What was before them was a nest, the game had replicated this one perfectly. He remembered walking into that cave with Hubris, he remembered destroying the eggs and then the queen came out to fight him.

"Dammit, while they're busy arguing about who gets the seat at the top these things are getting stronger by the day. Can't we help?"

"I'm afraid not. This happened, I cannot change it."

"You're a god of time aren't you, there's nothing you can't reach that's within time?"

"Yes, but I can't. It's been thousands of years already."

"Then, why didn't you help back then?"

"Strict orders from our Lord. He told us there'll be a child who will be the hope of the new world."

Back To The Past, II