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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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Brought To The Middle Of Nowhere

Of course, things were never so simple…

The minute Alex thought about his relaxing evening, his intercom rang.

Rolling his eyes up in annoyance, Alex got up to check who it was. It was the front desk.

Tapping the screen to answer, Alex put on a bright smile.

"Yes, Peter. What can I do for you?"

"Mr. Leduc. Good day to you. You have a visitor in the lobby. Says she needs to talk to you urgently."

Alex frowned. He wasn't expecting anyone to come here.

A call, sure. But not a visit.

"Did she give her name?" he asked.

"Yes. It's madam Constantine Levesque…" the man said, looking at the woman with a tinge of fear.

Alex's smile dropped, his face going placid.

"Tell her to fuck off. I don't want to see her," Alex said, before hanging up.

But as he walked back toward the sofa, his intercom rang again. Alex growled low as he glared at the damn device.

He tapped to reply and looked a lot less happy.