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 were asked for their IDs before entering and they were let in without much of a problem. The building was huge.

It was plainly out there that the buildings in this place were well maintained, possibly every year or even six months. The way it was clean, for someone who'd seen the other side of the coin, Sekani wasn't impressed.

He was of the opinion that governments shouldn't live so luxuriously while more than half of the population lived in poverty, it was just wrong in his eyes.

"Mm, to think I've never seen the corners of this building." He didn't mean to utter the words he did so unconsciously.

"Like never? Are you serious Waynworth?" Jesús knew just how badly people from the slums were treated but this was just ridiculous.

The Dungeons Below