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

People were skeptical of trusting an outsider but since their leaders accepted Kiro fast due to not wanting to die from Kaos they warmed up pretty quickly.

"I take you're the former Prince?" Kiro tried gauging his mental state.

"I guess you could say that. I have to say, I'm really glad." He looked genuinely relieved.

Kiro gave him a strange look, how could someone act like this when their own father died mysteriously.

"He wasn't my father, he was crazy too. I'm glad those things betrayed him before he could betray us."

Kiro shrugged and asked him to line with the rest of his people. He didn't sense that the kid was lying so there was no point killing him.

There were hundreds of them on a plain field, instructed to sit cross legged. It was a mix of old and young, Kiro didn't have the luxury of choosing—to begin with this world didn't have much of a population.

The Bridge Between Worlds