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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
544 Chs

The Severer

It was a room off-limits even to the most seasoned of the Outlanders; the attic of Beatrice's mystical home. Though, to simply refer to it as an "attic" would diminish the primordial knowledge that etched itself into the walls. 

Painted in arcane dust, blood of exotic creatures, even her own blood--seals lined the walls reinforced by a special metal known as--"Muni", a material that not only preserves residual mana, but amplifies magic in its entirety. 

Standing In the center of this expansive room filled with magic and nothing else, the sage dressed in her somber, black dress had her arms raised up as she weaved the phantasmagoric magecraft. It stretched across the length of the magic attic; strings of a nebulous magic that bore uncountable seals, most of which would be unintelligible to even the most knowledgeable mages.