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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

Galanar · Games
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Airborne Dragoon

Being the closest to the point of impact, Astaroth was the first one to feel the shock wave that blasted off of the Lich, as Galtion smashed into its body like a meteor. The wind pressure sent him tumbling backward in the air, struggling to regain his balance.

When he did, the sun was peeking into the arena grounds, the black smog-like barrier closing it up, dissipating.

Astaroth looked up toward the Lich, but couldn't find it. But he saw something else, though.

And that was a rapidly descending Galtion, who, after rising toward the sky for about two thousand meters, had lost all his momentum, and gravity reasserted itself over him.

His heavy metallic armour made him go much less high than he had expected, but still significantly higher than he should have gone.

Now on a free fall, Galtion was screaming his lungs out, as he watched the ground come up on him fast.