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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

Nasturtiums' Benevolence

"What a delightful coincidence!" 

Rengoku's words came at the realization that his companions were seated directly by the Weltwanderers. 

"Yeah...delightful," Ren muttered. 

Approaching the table, he halted--realizing Macheo abandoned ship, moving to sit next to Aiko. Now it was just Iris and himself left alone to meet two figures who by virtue of being allies of Rengoku, were intimidating. 

But being attached to Rengoku's name wasn't their sole reason for being intimidating. Lounging casually at the table with his legs kicked up on the pristine, white fabric, the man with long, unkempt, jet-black locks kept his hands tucked into the pockets of his baggy, dark coat. 

"Athan! What kind of etiquette is it to sit like that when meeting a guest?" Rengoku asked. 

--Slowly, the black-haired, enigmatically-dressed man raised his gaze that had been obscured by his unkempt fringes and the shadows cast by his fedora.