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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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A servant came back with a tray of cakes and biscuits, setting it between the two men. She pulled off the top of the teapot, where the tea had been steeping for a while, and pulled a tin closer.

She pulled out the leaves with a little scoop, before serving a cup to both the king and the diplomat, as well as small plates with cake on them. The servant then bowed and left the room.

All the while she had been there, the diplomat had eyed her with squinted eyes. All of which had not escaped Astaroth's piercing gaze.

'He's one of those. I hope he doesn't ask for her…'

Astaroth lightly coughed as the young girl left, getting the diplomat's eyes off the servant and back on him.

"You were saying? The rules?" he said, his tone flat.

"Ahh, yes. Sorry, I was distracted. Are all your servants such beauties?"

Astaroth's hand gripped the sofa's armrest strongly as he tried to keep cool.

'Calm down, calm down, calm down. What would Phoenix do?'