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 braced himself for the jump—that's what he decided to name it, it was eerily similar to his jump skill. He expected to be transported out of the battlefield but that was not happening. He remained rooted where he stood.

He looked over his shoulder for a brief second only to see Chronos wincing. He looked to be having troubles with something, was his skin colour always that pale? Kiro couldn't be sure.

He wasn't willing to leave the war anyway, he wished he could watch it until the very end. But now he was noticing a god malfunction, tried as he did to hide it, his eye was keener and it caught him.

'How do you go about asking whether a god is okay?' He wondered expecting Chronos to read his mind, but that never happened either.

Death Within A God