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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

Rotten Drive

Finally snapping back into reality, Jae-Seong drew his eyes away from his fallen companion and turned around at the sound of Sicarius' rugged, pained breathing as his quivering eyes widened further as if seeing a ghost. 

"Sicarius…?" 

He couldn't so much as see the imposing Marquis in his state; Jae-Seong's eyes solely focused on the man who looked resigned for life already. 

"Hey, kid...I messed up. This isn't on you. Don't go thinking that, alright? Think of it as my last request...or something like that." 

Sicarius' words were little more than shallow breaths as his eyes were already glazed over with the veil of death; his skin began to peel, withering away into particles carried by the wind as he manually inhaled and exhaled. 

"Why…?"

"Huh? I don't know. I guess even cold-blooded killers have some human left in them. Anyway...I need you to stand up, Jae-Seong."