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

All eyes were on Wilfred after his last statement of fact about the whereabouts of the slave mine. They'd worked their whole lives to bring these people down to no avail, now and then a Waynworth was leading the way.

"Where is it?" Dean Whitmore couldn't help himself.

Wilfred shook his head, "hear us out first."

Careful not to reveal the exact location Wilfred tried to walk them through what he found out. Even with Kiro vouching for them, Sekani and his butler both agreed that they couldn't be fully trusted.

They didn't seem like people who would potentially betray them. But most betrayals came from unexpected places, that's why they were betrayals.

"I know I've called you here but you'll have to make due for our lack of trust. This has been going on for far too long for you two not to know anything about it... I mean how does that even work when you're so high up in society?"

The Plan