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New Eden: Live to Play, Play to Live

In a world of constant competition, one man aims for the top. In this new genre VRMMORPG, he plans on becoming the strongest at all costs. The classes, the races, the starting zones, everything is a mystery in 'New Eden'. This game is coming out without a shred of details. The only thing that was promoted was the freedom of skill choosing. Our protagonist Alexander, gamer tag Astaroth, has always dreamt of becoming an E-Sports athlete. His parents supported his dream, but they are no longer of this world. He fully intends on making it in this new game, if not for him, then at least to honor their memory. With no idea how he wants to play his character, Alexander chooses the most mysterious starting race. Will this be his road to success or his downfall? The game assistant certainly thought the latter. "Do as you wish, young adventurer. I only wish to add this. Do not come back with complaints when you realize you have made the wrong choice," the elf said, looking at him with clear hatred. "We will see about that," Alexander flatly replied. "I love challenges," he added. "Very well!" the elf harrumphed. "Have the adventure of your lifetime, as short as it will last," he sarcastically added. Ahead of him lies an uncertain path, filled with trials and hardships. But one thing is clear in his eyes. He will become the strongest player in the game, even if he must step over mountains of corpses to do so. Over are his days of working hard for nothing, it's make or break now! I now have a discord where you can talk with other readers and me. There are also channels to discuss new weapons; characters; classes; or monsters that you might want to design and see incorporated in the story. I will always give credit to the person that created said thing, rest assured. The link is https://discord.gg/68kPqbSFrN

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A True Oracle

While Alex and Jack were having their discussion, another one was happening in a place not too far from them.

Across the island of Montreal, on the southern shore of its metropolitan region, in the burg of Candiac, a car was pulling up to a cozy manor-style house.

As they pulled into the driveway, getting checked by the guard at the large iron gate, the car was cleared to proceed and drove the few hundred meters to the house.

As they exited the car, a person awaited them on the steps to the front door.

"I thought I told you to bring back the druid, Angelo, Sergio. Where is my druid?" a tall woman asked them.

"Someone strong beat us to him, boss. He took out Ronny and Francesco in seconds. I never saw someone move that fast. We pulled away before he made us so he wouldn't know who called the shots. But we lost two men," the fatter one of the two said.

The woman looked at the two men, and then at the car.