Galanar

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

New Eden: Live to Play, Play to Live

But luck wouldn't be on Phoenix's side. As soon as she thought this, another wave of pure evil mana washed through the battlefield, crashing through the allied troops.

But the difference in power from the first one was too great. Something had changed.

Some of them outright fell unconscious, while others fell to their knees, gasping for air.

It affected the nine remaining players to different degrees, with the ones that couldn't wield mana or had no legacy affected the most—Astaroth, whose control over a stronger source of magic than mana, immediately felt the difference.

'This isn't demonic mana… This is Demonic Aether. Whoever is sending these is not a foe that just anyone can take on…'

A second pulse washed through the battlefield.

Astaroth flew into the sky to see where it came from. And from there, he saw it.

Deep inside the demon war camp. A portal was opening.

Pulsing Death