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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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Evolving Situation

Back in Korea, where this mess had all begun, on the flanks of the Seongsan Ilchulbong looming over the sea, something else was happening that the group was not privy to.

A group of old men stood at the mouth of the volcanic tunnels, looking into them with an expecting gaze. On the surrounding walls, many bujeok had been stuck to walls at regular intervals in an attempt to seal, or at least purify, the entrance of this tunnel.

But from further in, the five old men could hear the sound of combat.

The pitter-patter of footsteps echoed, getting closer to them, as a group of three men ran toward the exit, a fourth man in their arms, badly wounded.

Gazing at him, the five old men felt the dread of the situation dawn upon them.

The young man who was wounded screamed in pain as the others lay him on the ground.

His left arm was missing at the elbow, crudely ripped off, with jagged edges to the wound.