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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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Donovan, The Nebulous Man

Facing forward, he was face-to-face with the root-covered metal door. His curiosity was piqued as he could see a glimpse of the engravings etched into the door; pushing the overgrowth aside, the symbol etched into the mighty dore was that of a bull's face, with horns protruding from its head. 

"Sorta creepy," he muttered. 

The horns sticking out from the bull's head acted as the handles for the sturdy door, allowing him to grip onto the cold, rough steel. 

Here goes, he thought, please don't blow up right in my face as I open you! 

"Open Sesame…!" He exuded through his gritting teeth. 

It was heavy, but he began to push open the dense, broad doors slowly as a wave of stagnant dust fell against his face. The doors roared from their interrupted slumber as they were parted; he pushed as the bottoms of his boots slid across the flooring below.