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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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Wager With The Beast

Beasts of all kinds that had been chasing Astaroth started arriving where he was. Strangely, they all stopped running at him when they saw the man before him.

Astaroth even saw some of them lower their heads in submission. He was half expecting them to keep dashing at him madly, but apparently, they had enough brain cells to realize when to simmer down.

Astaroth could see the blue dots of his allies at the edge of his minimap. They were just a bit behind the last row of red dots.

He doubted they could push through to him in time to help, so he would have to deal with this on his own. Unless he could force the boss to let them rejoin.

A glimpse of a plan brushed his mind.

'Would it work? Won't know until I try…'

Astaroth smiled smugly.

"So I take it you're the strongest one around."

The beast-man looked at him before puffing out his chest.

"Isn't that obvious?!"

Astaroth's smile widened.

'Good. He's prideful.'