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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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Sadistic Tendencies

Alex laughed in his mind, as the gunshots flew out of the shadow dome, doing no damage to him, and crashing through the windows that led outside and into the walls.

He manipulated the shadows around the man into small, sharp blades, and started giving ever so small cuts across his body. The cuts were minuscule and were not enough to threaten his life.

But as they piled up, and the blood began pooling around the man, he felt his sanity slowly seep out of his mind, following his blood out of his body.

"SHOW YOURSELF, YOU COWARD!" the man shouted, emptying his magazine.

As he reloaded, he heard a voice in his ear whisper, "As you wish."

And then a sharp pain pierced his back, going through him and coming out of his stomach. As he looked down, all he saw was a black blade, made of shadows, that slid back out of him.

He fell to his knees, feeling his life slip away.

"What the fuck are y—"