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Garden of the Abyss

Transported into another world, professional shut-in, Ren Nakamura, expects a path of ludicrous powers, fame, and glory; the classic tale of an otherworld hero saving a doomed world from the conquest of a tyrannical, almighty demon king. --What he receives instead, is a harsh reality check. Betrayed, beaten, and humiliated, he quickly learns the true nature of this world: it doesn’t cater to him in the slightest. Inept, gullible, and unsociable, he must cultivate himself into a proper person, if he hopes to survive in the ravenous world of Gaia. In a twisted, yet fantastical world of magic, knights, and dragons that persecutes otherworlders, Ren must overcome his “level zero” start and cultivate himself into someone capable of fighting off the obstacles of Gaia. The otherworlder-hunting Argonauts, the world-loathing cultists, and even the very aspects of sin themselves; these are just the tip of the iceberg on the troubles that await him on his journey. But it’s a harsh, cruel world filled with misery and darkness; he can’t do it alone. Friends are made, friends are lost--that is the nature of the path he must walk. This is not the story of a blessed, perfect hero, but of a flawed, young man who has to shed his weaknesses. Together, witness his journey into becoming not just a proper hero, but a proper human. — DISCORD: https://discord.gg/ph6qfFknqe -- If you want to support the author: https://ko-fi.com/delzgb https://paypal.me/delzgb --- Cover done by Izu

DelzGB · Fantasy
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544 Chs

Brink, Threshold, and Edge

While falling in midair, he continued to utilize his enhanced senses to evade the bolts of razor water, disappearing and reappearing at different spots within the air while traversing through the shadows. 

He allowed his body to fall limp, only moving through repeated steps across the shadows as he only prioritized dodging the cutting rain. 

"...Hear me, those who seek the absence of light…" He began to chant, exhibiting an unbecoming calmness. 

The moment the incantation began, his mana signature flared; coating his body, shadows stretched out and moved with the stormy winds. 

Even while weaving the great magic through his words and focus, he continued to evade through elusive shadows; it was a feat beyond anything he had attempted before, but backed into a corner--it came naturally. 

"Grant me the essence of the truth, the original darkness that cast over the primordial soil."