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

"Healers, make sure you stay back there we don't want to lose you any time soon." Percival barked orders. "Shields up for them, now! They're here, I can feel them. Don't be afraid." He bellowed trying his best to sound confident.

These things had taken advantage of their weakness. They were too busy fighting each other that they couldn't sniff out the enemy lying in wait—and now they were paying dearly.

Kiro noticed that the only difference between these harbingers and the ones in-game was that these ones didn't seem to talk—if they did they communicated vastly different from humans.

He was also impressed that the human side had various weapons, obviously crafted after they were gifted powers, they were without a doubt inspired by fantasy.

The War