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 turned slowly and smiled widely trying to convey oblivion and innocence, "what? Why?"

"It's been six months you idiot! You can't just leave for that long. You know Harbingers have started coming out of dungeons?"

"Whoa. Wait, what? It's been six months in the real world?"

"That's your only concern? No, it's been seven days in the real world!"

Kiro rolled his eyes and continued helping people cross over, until the last one came through, which was Hubris.

"You're being a little too dramatic Hiro, shouldn't you be asking where these people come from? Why they're here, how."

"I'm not dumb, you obviously found other worlds." He wasn't exactly excited, the situation was urgent they needed fighters not people who still needed training.

"In any case, you've missed seven tournaments!"

Sekani's Plea