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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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Changes In New Eden

Far away from that battlefield, on a different continent, in a pit that went down several hundred meters into the ground, a small crack had appeared.

This pit was riddled with bodies, some decayed to the bone, others partly turned to dust and ash. This pit was once a battlefield of its own, in a battle between forces much larger and stronger than the abnormals fighting in the Elven forests.

The surrounding land was as desolate as the sight of thousands of fossilized skeletons. The crack that had appeared at the bottom of this pit was leaking red miasma, and faint cries could be heard beyond it.

But no one was around to hear these or see the forming tear. The red miasma escaping from the crack soon reached the first nearby skeletons.

When the slithering smoke of red wrapped around the bones, it started vibrating. Soon after, the eyes glowed red, before the skeleton rose to its feet.