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 moved unbelievably fast from across the room and stood right in front of Wilfred. Not giving him a second to be impressed or shocked he threw his strongest punch.

Wilfred, as old as he was, was however a bit quicker on his feet, he stepped back majestically avoiding the attack. Sekani's knee was already following up, which was blocked by the butler's hand.

"Thank you for the offer, but I think I'll manage." He smiled, losing his balance but finding it again.

Wilfred's eyes widened in shock, 'he was able to push me back while drunk? Even though I wasn't fighting to kill here, that's still damn impressive. And my hand feels a bit numb, have I really gotten that old...'

"Wondering where I learned to punch and kick? I suppose I have my father to thank. I never did like fighting, I reckon this is why he did it? To fight this stupid system?

Trouble on a Date