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

The post had people from all corners of Sanctauri talking about it. He truly had Hiro to thank, as he didn't think to use the potion as bait.

On the Asgard Online platform, various conversations were happening. This competition concerned them after all.

[It must be. I've seen a lot of sages that weren't beast tamers, surely this potion gives you a secondary class. I cannot wait, I've tried everything to unlock the second class to no avail.]

[Haha. We always thought he had connections to the game or that he was cheating. I'll definitely get that pod, fingers crossed I win. I never win anything.]

All of them were looking at the comments together. Unbelieving that the post had amassed over ten million views in just 24 hours. Even for the number 1 player in Asgard, they thought this was a little bit much.

Through their Eyes