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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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Stupor of Unknowing

"...Or maybe, I'm just dreaming," he said out loud, shrugging his shoulders. 

Though he said that, he didn't believe it for a second as he began to stroll through the capital, recounting his steps as he tried to figure out his way back to the inn. 

In any case, I need to go back to the inn…the city seems empty, but it's worth a shot if Emilia is there, he thought. 

Strolling through the town had a certain, surreal sense to it; parts of the landscape either seemed more vibrant, or dulled out, more detailed, or foggy to his eyes. 

Floating in the air, sometimes right past him as he watched, large bubbles floated about, sometimes carrying colorful, aquatic life in their hold. 

Passing through the marketplace, it was absent of the plethora of merchants, and even more abundant shoppers. The same was found when he crossed through the plaza, finding not even the street performers left as he looked up once more at the sky of water up above.