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 looked down on his chest, unbelieving that this was really happening. Though his regenerative skill was already activated and healing the wound.

Kiro felt a part of him disappear when the sword was withdrawn from his skin. He looked at the enemy, searching for answers. The thing simply smiled.

"System what's happening?" He asked unsure whether it would answer him but since this world was made for them to fight these godly beings — the system had no reason to refuse to help them.

[I didn't know either. This is more dangerous than I originally thought, the blade can steal abilities. You're especially in danger since you're using Kaos...]

He was frantic, looking deep within himself to see what was taken. Kiro couldn't seem to find anything but he felt it, he felt something grab onto his soul and came out with something.

Familiar Silhouette