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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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Village of The Forgotten

The hollow cavern she found herself traversing seemed to never end. Holding the illuminating spell just in front of herself, it all looked the same--the cracked, pale stone that ran on for a seeming infinity and the shadows that danced just outside of her light's scope.

It was a nauseating environment to travel through, doubt came to one's mind if the path they walked truly had an end to it, only hearing the sound of her boots dragging along the brittle surface of the stone, sometimes mistaking her own footsteps for the existence of another.

Taking a moment of rest and frustration, Iris sat down against the unwelcoming, rigged wall to the side of the tunnel.

"--I've been at this for at least an hour now...Is this really the trial?"

Venting to herself in a contained whisper, it seemed the rocky corridor had responded to her complaints as a pebble moved in her vision. There wasn't any wind strong enough to push a pebble, looking as if it was deliberate by a separate force.