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's pride was filled to the bream. Looking at his predecessor challenging a god, not faltering, nothing but a seemingly calm face — yet a raging storm within. No matter how he looked at it, Percival was damn impressive and he suddenly felt overwhelming pride at carrying his name.

He never understood why his family ensured his name was never forgotten. He could now see it, everything was clear. Whoever started the tradition of giving their first born the middle name 'Percival' was a genius in his eyes.

'I am not even half the man he is.' He looked at him with admiration. He may not have thought of himself as man enough to rival him, but that's exactly where he was headed.

He knew all was lost but he wasn't looking to give up, not any time soon. Not until every bone breaks, every muscles tears and his blood runs dry. Until then, he stood his ground not the least interested in joining the ranks of a god as a lackey.

Gods Aren't So Different