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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

Plans Etched Into The Soul

"Is it so abnormal for friends to speak fondly of one another?"

Beatrice finally followed up once the silence had already settled in. Due to the nature of the vast foundation, the corridor they traversed was accompanied by many others, littered with countless rooms that were only diversified by small markings. 

"And here I believed we were companions only by our sharing in extended lifespans." 

Each step Ferstaus took resounded as the heels of his cross-laced boots made of spotless, black leather met with the ground. 

"A young maiden such as myself could find herself hurt by such words, Anteros." 

"Hoh, nonsense. You have a mind of steel and a heart of ice; words are naught but air to you, Beatrice." 

Rolling these words from his tongue in a playful manner, Ferstaus looked back at the woman who held the same, indifferent smile as he tipped his tall hat, "I jest."