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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 Scout

In a normal circumstance, Astaroth would have felt less rushed to leave. He knew there was always a military presence in the capital city of Tel'narel.

He had been on the receiving end of it, once, after all. But even if foot soldiers confronted a demon, there was just no way they could stop it.

Even a weak demon was far stronger than simple foot soldiers. And Astaroth just knew the king wouldn't send his strongest troops out until he was in immediate danger.

That was just the type of man the rotten king was.

So he had to make haste and reach the capital, lest he finds only a burnt husk of a city once he arrived. That was why he was using Travelling Roots.

The speed at which he travelled through the roots was incomparable to his running or flying speed. By the time he launched out of a treetop with a sonic boom at the end of his melding time, the city already greeted his sight in the distance.

But he knew he was late.