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Races: Online ( VR Smartphone App )

What happens when a young man with bad luck receives the opportunity of a lifetime? After receiving a strange email to beta-test a game for $1000, will you venture into the world of Races: Online and meet multiple Fantasy Races? Will you embark onto the path of becoming one of the future Heroes and Adventurers by enrolling in the Kraelonia Academy? Will you seek to build your village or perhaps aim for the crown instead? See the world through the lenses of the main protagonist and other characters: Han Jing - a twenty-something young man who receives the email and becomes a Player. Live as a Student at Kraelonia Academy by night, but return to the real world by day and discover the world one lives in has its own secrets lingering beneath its surface. Timothy Cook - an NPC (?) from Rockfall Village who also travels with 'Han' to Kraelonia Academy. A young man with a fiery personality and the [ Firestarter ] Skill to match, after losing his mother during the Demon Lord's attack, does he have anything left to do? The allure of magic calls to him, but what if he sinks deeper than he could possibly go? A world of Classes, Levels, Swords and Sorcery... hop into the Races: Online server and start your quest today! Or maybe meet up with the other Players offline? "This Demon Lord would really like to have a word with you without the safety net of the game rules." -—-—- WARNING: SLOW-PACED, MULTI-PERSPECTIVE SERIES. -—-—- Support the Author: Discord: https://discord.gg/NNU4emZ Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/cheldv Patreon: https://patreon.com/rachel_ruth Undergoing edits.

RachelRuth · Games
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In The Market Place

When fate works its magic then disconnected events transpire together and become one. Or perhaps there isn't really anything like fate or destiny at all—the series of things that happen to one person has no meaning to it. One cannot ascribe to it at all. Those things weren't word for word what was going on to the young man's mind, but they were close enough.

Timothy Cook's steps were slow and measured as he glanced around the streets and took note of the sights. There were two to three-story apartments for residents, a lot of shops and establishments that even he couldn't recognize, the only parlor that the young man recognized was Grandma Moe's Saloon where she served beer and dinner for the residents in Rockfall Village.

The man shook his head—he needed to concentrate and stop gawking at the places.