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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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Power Moves

Astaroth laughed as soon as Khalor reappeared in the stands.

"Hahaha!"

"Man! You are something else! I can't wait to fight you!" He exclaimed.

Khalor frowned at his outburst. Not that Astaroth was wrong, but that was an unlikely take on what had happened.

He brushed it off as being over-enthusiastic.

"If you want to fight me, make it to the finals." Khalor replied, giving back a smile.

The smile was filled with confidence. Astaroth replied with a wide grin of his own.

Close to them, Azamus was fuming. They were talking like the rest of the players here didn't exist, and that pissed him off.

He was number one! No one looked down on him!

It was his turn to fight next, and when he appeared in the arena, his mood soured even further. His opponent was a weak player, that loved roleplay a bit too much.

The man standing tall before him was called Parthenon. He was a Human Warrior, that was playing a subclass called spartan.