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 darkness took him for what felt like a second. He was disoriented, Kiro couldn't tell where he was. But the thing he was sleeping on felt more comfortable, reminding him of his own bed.

Then, everything that happened came to him all at once. He was in a dungeon, with a harbinger whose head was the last thing he saw.

"Hubris!" He yelled waking up like he was coming out of a nightmare.

He could tell they were no longer in the dungeon. But the Hubris he'd seen was nowhere to be found, he was only greeted by Nikolai. He couldn't exactly hide his disappointment.

"So, I was hallucinating?" He couldn't believe how pained his heart felt, now that he knew Hubris wasn't part of the game his love for the hellhound grew unimaginably high.

The Holy Grail