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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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Cozy Office

Guiding the three young adults toward the office part of the floor, Mr. Gu brought them around the inside of the building, on the opposite side that they pulled out of the elevator.

This purposefully designed floor would cause any would-be infiltrator to be seen by a dozen cameras and countermeasures if the situation ever arose. Jack didn't have many enemies, given his friendly business temper.

But one was never too cautious, especially when you had led troops into battle and gotten men killed by the hundreds. He was sure he had his fair share of hidden threats.

Jack heard the footsteps long before the four people arrived at his door. Which was why he had already put away the paper files he had been looking at.

"Ahh, there you are. A bit late, but it gave me time to sort out other minor matters. Please. Have a seat," Jack said, pointing to the side, where two large sofas were nested before a coffee table.