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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

That Time I Got Reincarnated Into Another World And Had To Fist-Fight A Slime

Finally taking his sable cloak off and removing his thick, warm coat, he sat down with only the light tunic woven of black fabric resting on his tired torso, finally lying flat on his back as he spread his arms as if making a snow angel. 

"...I'm on a bed," he smiled. 

It had become such a foreign concept to him within the bowels of the hellish realm; just feeling the soft, cushiony feeling of the bed pressed against his taut and tired back almost made him want to cry. 

"Fight, fight, fight," those are the words that embedded themselves into his mind--the words that represented Purgatory most. 

It's fine if I rest, right? Nothing bad will happen?...Is it really okay? I suppose...I can, he thought. 

Settling himself into the comfort of the cushiony bed, he placed his head gently against the softness of the pillow, allowing his eyelids to shut slowly. 

It's so soft...It reminds me of home, he thought.