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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 · Fantasi
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544 Chs

Unlikely Duo; Spectrums Opposite

"Get back!"

Acting quickly, Strife grabbed hold of the red-haired girl, quickly dashing to the other side of the barren field to avoid the reach of the reawakened monstrosity. 

Good decision, Strife, Donatien commended. 

Left as the nearest body to the fiend, the mage of french origin was the first to find himself in the empty sights of GIMP. 

"Did you enjoy your slumber? I'll be sure to reunite you with it soon enough." 

With it being free from its statuesque fate of ice, an aura as sable and deathly as its own body clad itself to its form; vein-like formations glowing with a sapphire hue pressed against its rubbery, inflated sections of its form as if experiencing some sort of immense stress--yet it was laughing in a mix of joy and utter ecstasy. 

"Charlotte…"

"Yes?"