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

They hadn't yet landed in the next world and Kiro could sense the chaos that ravaged the next world. Completely different from the serene and untouched oceanic world they just visited.

This time, he landed on his feet. The jump managed to take more than half of his energy but he was still standing strong. The moment his feet touched the ground he used vibrations to sense the uneasiness in the atmosphere.

"What the...they're fighting with swords and spears no magic, is this the medieval times we've only ever seen in the history books?"

He could tell they were getting ready for something big, this meant they were plunged in the middle of a war with beings like them who could harness natural energy and the people they meant to protect and recruit couldn't.

"Should we just, leave them?" Kiro considered it. Him and Hubris were strong but not strong enough to take out an army of harbingers.

King Artheus