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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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Sanity, Crumbling

Slowly his eyes parted open, after unknowingly having fallen into slumber. Even in the somber environment, the subtlest instances of light made his eyes water, his own body attempting to force his eyelids shut.

"--I fell asleep?"

Sitting up and rubbing the back of his head, Ren's dreary eyes shot wide at the sight of the lifeless body resting against the damp stone.

"Goldheve?!"

Steam rose from the man's unmoving body, giving Ren temporary relief as the body still held the warmth of life in it.

Checking his pulse, however, did away with that short-lived reprieve. There was no response met with his touch as he checked the man's limp wrist, the same null sensation came when he pressed his fingers against the man's jugular.

"What happened…"