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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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Formally Meeting Her

On the Eastern board of the continent, Astaroth was regaining consciousness, after spending almost half a day knocked out. His head was ringing like a bell during a wedding, and his body felt like it had gone through a stone crusher.

Propping himself up on his elbows, he looked around to see where he was. The room was unfamiliar to him, but at the same time, looked like some room he had already seen.

The walls of wood, seemingly a complete plank from one side of the room to the other, and from floor to ceiling, reminded him of the interior of the guest rooms in the tree palace in Bastion City. But he knew he couldn't be back there already.

So he stood to his feet, looking around, making sure there was no immediate threat. Once he felt the room was safe, he noticed all his equipment was at the foot of the bed he had been lying on, on the top of a wooden chest.