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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

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The Stench of Death

"How…no, no, this isn't real…it's a dream—an illusion!" He stammered out. 

He messily returned to his feet, covering his mouth as he shook his head, only able to glance at the bodies of his comrades that filled the chamber with a dreadful atmosphere. 

With his eyes beginning to adjust to the darkness of the small chamber, he could see what transpired; a mess of blades were embedded in both bodies of his comrades, skewering them mercilessly as the gray walls were painted in their blood. 

Across the floor, blood-soaked blades laid alongside loose chains and medieval contraptions that looked to be nothing other than torture devices. 

"It's not real, right…?" He whispered to himself through his fingers. 

It was false; an illusion, a dream, a nightmare--this is the answer he brought his mind to, clinging to that fragile wish fervently.