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

Chronos understood how he was feeling so he didn't bother him. He just walked over to the chairs to sit and relax.

This particular jump made his body even worse. He'd gone before a couple of times, he had to make sure he knew everything before he let Kiro come with him — and most importantly, that it was safe.

"What — what the hell. What happened? Why did you bring us back? It wasn't over yet!" He was still on the ground.

The goosebumps he was feeling were indescribable. He saw it — Percival — he hurt it. If it could be hurt, that meant they had a much better chance as guardians to kill an ancient one. He had a crazed looked on his face, one of hope.

Chronos didn't notice that he had dragged himself to where he sat. He looked at him, those hopeful eyes made him want to stick around much longer. He had a great feeling that, this kid would be the key to doing things that have never been done before.

The Time God