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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 · Fantasía
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544 Chs

Through One Side, Out The Other

Near the back, Aiko and Valerie fought shoulder-to-shoulder, with the beige-haired girl relying on her martial arts finesse to dance around the spider, leaving powerful blows against its exoskeleton. 

Utilizing her lance as a proper, physical weapon for once in an effort to reduce mana consumption, Valerie jabbed it against the giant arachnid--though it possessed a level of dexterity unforeseen as it attempted to snatch the weapon from her grip. 

Although it had no fingers to grip with, it managed to attain a stiff hold on the lance somehow as the horned woman attempted to yank it away. 

How is it holding on so damn tight?...It must have tiny little hairs on its legs that are adhesive, she thought. 

The thought was repulsive to her, but she grinned as she stopped trying to play tug-of-war with the armored arachnid--instead awakening the magical usage of the lance. 

I've got you just where I want you! She thought.