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

He realised when Matthew fell on his chest that he was still holding onto his shoulder. He quickly laid him down.

"Healer! I need a healer here. Brace yourselves, we're under attack. I repeat, we're under attack from an unknown and unseen enemy." He didn't have a microphone but his voice carried throughout the battlefield.

Four to five healers were already by his side. Checking for anything that could've been wrong with the kid, Matthew.

Everyone else scrambled, getting into position. Rounding up the teams they were originally assigned to. As exhausted as they were, they could still put the fatigue aside to fight for what was theirs.

"You'll be okay buddy, just keep breathing, keep breathing." He spoke to him, holding his blood stained hand.

Every time he'd cough, a mouthful of it would come out. Letting them know of the internal damage he suffered from an unknown attack.

The Betrayal That Ended It