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

The floor manager looked at him for a moment, stunned out of his words.

'Does this young man really think this is how a restaurant works?' he thought.

"Uhm… Sir. Do you have a reservation?" the man asked, regaining his composure.

"No. But I do think you'll have room for us. I know you have four empty tables, two of which aren't reserved. So I'd like one of those, please."

The floor manager glanced at his table planning and noticed the young man was spot on.

"Unfortunately, sir, this is not how we work. We have a line behind you that is all waiting to be seated. The two empty tables are the chef's preferred table and the owner's personal table. I cannot sit you in either of those without their explicit consent.

"Now, could you please get at the back of the line? Other customers are waiting."

This caused Guylaine to smirk in disdain.

Meeting The Owner