DelzGB

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.

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Garden of the Abyss

Hesitantly, she placed her arms on his shoulders firmly, holding him still as Mr. Kerull removed the blood-stained cloth wrapping around Macheo's arm, narrowing his gaze as he saw the vibrant crimson reveal itself in full glory.

"What is the status of this infliction?"

"Answer quickly; he is losing life as we speak, girl."

Mr. Kerull went about the situation with haste, giving little time to Iris--forcing her to find her words properly before answering.

"His arm was infected...So I amputated it."

"I see. Good call; not many have the will to make such a decision."

Quiet, yet chilling groans continuously left the boy's lips as he remained out of the realm of consciousness as they spoke, garnering their attention.

"...That tourniquet was quite tightly wrapped; likely in your haste. Let's hope there isn't permanent damage to his nerves. That is assuming he makes it."

Hesitant Operation