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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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Silent Ride Back

As everyone boarded the plane, Guo was already instructing the pilot to take off. They had already been delayed enough.

The faster they crossed into Canadian airspace, the smaller the chance their flight would be called back. The pilot was paid either way, so he did as instructed.

In a matter of minutes, the small jet was already on the tarmac, making his last checkups before takeoff. The pilot was used to this kind of hastiness.

Once the tower gave him the green light, he was off the ground in seconds.

The hastiness of takeoff was felt inside the passenger cabin. They were all strapped in, but they still felt the increase in pressure from accelerating so abruptly.

As soon as the jet was high enough in the air, it sped up to full speed, the pilot uncaring of the extra fuel cost. His boss told him to get into Canada fast, and he intended to do just that.