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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

Unseen Foe Within The Mist

At moments like this, he remembered just how dexterous the brute of a man was, flipping as he spun his gargantuan blade as if it were a dagger. The flames that he manifested didn't push off a heat that turned the blades of grass below into ash, but instead boiled his blood with a vigor surpassing his limits; each swing of his sword rattling the forest as it wailed out under his strength. Hulking strength wasn't the only thing Sora relied on; moving his body fluidly and masterfully, landing on one hand and spinning as if shifting into a breakdance routine. Using the momentum of his own legs as the spun above him, he brought himself back to his feet, catching his greatsword that he had flung into the air. 

The frail husks that poured out in droves stood no chance against this strength, never coming close as the battle-loving, vermilion man laughed out. 

"Weak! Weak! Weak!"