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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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The Candidate

Astaroth brought his attention back to the discussion in front of him, as Grit Herman was finishing his spiel of commercial equality between the two future sibling kingdoms. The Half-Orc was a good salesperson at heart, and it impressed Nalafein.

It was rare for Orcish descent people to go in other branches than fighting. It was citizens of other races that had handled the trade in their countries, usually, that either descended from freed slaves or migrants.

But Mr. Herman put a lot of them to shame, selling his plan to Nalafein like there was no better option. Grit had played a lot on the fact that their king was giving him the resources necessary for him to start his takeover, and the possibility of even having a beachfront from which to launch said takeover.

Of course, Nalafein was well aware of this point. But Mr. Herman did not once take advantage of his powerlessness. The deals were fair, if slightly slanted, in favour of Stellar Woodlands.