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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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A Man with A Mission: Vainglory

"Hold on! Stop it!...Emilia!" He yelled out.

He only had one more glance at the amber-haired woman as he was ushered out of the backdoor of the basement, seeing the clown-faced man give him a small, ominous wave. 

Even as he tried his best to resist, it seemed the chains were not only able to nullify magic, but suppressed even his normal strength with a subduing, weakening effect. 

I messed up, he thought. 

Vainglory walked casually while pulling him along with him, nonchalantly strolling out of the back as an all-black carriage was waiting outside, behind the building. 

It had begun raining in the time before he entered, and the time he left. The man sitting at the coach box with the horse-attached ropes in hand was an old man with eerie, black eyes and a smile. 

With one look, he knew it was another Belmon cultist that had likely stolen the identity of a normal person.