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

Sekani sat at his home office desk, tired out of his mind having five little children in the house. And with the successful launch of his business there was more paperwork to do.

There was no rest for him, as much as they had Alora not so long ago he'd forgotten how troublesome newborns could be.

In any case, he was happy his son found a way to get them out of the slums and now they had money and help for everything, it was just the fact they were too used to working and taking care of their kids by themselves.

"The slums..." He mumbled and chuckled at the word.

Soon enough, there will no longer be such a place in Sanctauri. His business would make sure of that, with how successful it was, they were already thinking about branching into other other districts and eventually be in almost every area.

Home Office