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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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Warm Triumph

Stumbling as he tripped over his own feet, he was left completely to the whim of that blade that loomed over him. It was nothing short of the morning star, though it's radiance came with dread rather than hope.

Though a direct hit of the steel missed his legs, the golden air crushed down on his shins while leaving deep cuts in his flesh.

"Ngh…!"

Ren gasped in pain as his legs began to immediately bruise and swell up, turning to a shade of purple. 

In such a position, he could only hold his blade in front of him as he sat on the grass, hiding behind his weapon as the king raised his own to the air once more.

"…Licht: Arrow!"

—Her words were like a blessing to his ears as the sound of the arrows formed of pure light followed her incantation.

Before the king could rain down death upon the young man, the arrows penetrated his back, giving him enough time to find himself on his feet again.