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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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In The Face of Hope

Bringing his own hands in front of him, they trembled naturally; his wrists had turned to a deep purple, bloodied and swollen as he winced from a single, light touch. 

Returning his attention to his companion, his tears continued to slide from his left eye. 

"Macheo…?" He called with worry. 

Crawling over to his companion that sat on the threshold of death, he helped him stand, though he had trouble getting up himself after being knelt down for such a prolonged amount of time. 

Macheo's warmth was faint, he felt, nearing on a more distant, harrowing cold as his skin that was undyed by crimson was as pale as a ghost's own. 

"Ren...get out...of here," Macheo whispered through his dried, bloodied lips. 

He looked at the Lucrauvian, keeping his arm slung over his shoulder as he supported him, "...I'm bringing you with me."