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

"You can't be serious?" Nikolai was flustered.

He thought this would be a fun time with Kiro killing monsters, using them as a stepping stone to level up. It never crossed his mind that they could run into a harbinger of all monsters.

"I am." He answered exploding one of the monster's head with his bare hands.

Another troll came from the rear end attempting to avenge its comrade. If it was anyone else maybe they would've been caught off-guard but Kiro turned with one foot already in the air and connected his heel to its thick neck.

The head flew to the other side. Something that even the kicker didn't expect, which spoke on how strong he was and was vaguely aware.

Nikolai would've laughed if his hands weren't full. The hoard of them or the army as the system called it just kept coming.

Harbinger in the Dungeon