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

Kiro stood on the stage, the crowd booing him for stopping the attack. But that didn't bother him.

"I have an announcement to the craftsmen of Asgard. Hiro needs apprentices, you lot won't have to fight. Just train under him when he deems it fit, you'll get your true blood potion." He announced and left the stage.

His announcement was generally received well by the crowd of players but some were very unhappy and weren't afraid to be vocal about it—they were much confident in their fighting skills. But Asgard didn't need anymore fighters, they needed people to make them weapons and potions.

People seemed to underestimate that part of war, they thought it was useless. But craftsmen and priests were as important as fighters.

"It must be nice, to think you're the leader of humanity. Seriously. I was going to beat whoever I was gonna fight, I'm sure of it." One dwarf complained.

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