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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 · Fantasia
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544 Chs

Era of Hell

I experienced it with them, but it's a whole different story with that group.

They had numbers, and not only that...I'd say each of them: Vale, Leonid, and Armen...they're at the very least equal to me, if not stronger. 

And with their regenerative capabilities and no need to sleep, they were perfectly built for Purgatory.

But now, it's just me. A human way in over his head, in his last seven days--what they call the "Era of Hell"--henceforth, Purgatory will throw everything it has at me to make sure I die. 

The hell if I'll roll over and take it, though. 

[Purgatory, Third Floor. Seven Days Until The End]

Shit. Shit. Shit, he thought. 

Moving with the spirit of stealthiness about him, he moved with his back hugging the damp, stone wall behind him, slowly sliding himself as to ensure he made zero noise.