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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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Catching Attention

The people in the lobby watched the three of them walk out the door, arms intertwined, and whispers abounded.

"Hey, isn't that the young man on the news?"

"Yeah. Wasn't he in the hospital in a critical condition?"

"What? I heard he was dead from a friend of mine who works at the CHUM."

"What nonsense did your friend tell you? I heard he was in a coma from a nurse in the Boudreau hospital on the north shore."

"How would she know that? Only super VIPs can get a room there."

"Wake up, dumbass. Can't you see his clothes? His demeanour? The woman in his arms? How can you think he's not a super VIP?"

"Shh! He's walking by!"

Alex could hear all of them the moment they started chatting, his hearing much more acute than most people now, but he kept silent.

'They can imagine what they want. They are all wrong anyway.'

"There you are," he heard a whispering voice say. But it was much fainter, and it sent a shiver down his spine.