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

Little ones first, or the big guy? Well, that's an easy one to answer...no damn way I'm going to fight the big guy while avoiding his underlings, he thought.

With that settled, he dashed between the giant's bony legs before its massive greatsword could crash down above him, pushing forward as dirt scattered all around him.

The thin, meager undead were easy targets as he slammed his blade against them without much elegance; the singular impact was enough to shatter their form into a pile of bones.

Another metallic screech howled from the empty bowels of the giant from behind him, causing him to roll forward to dodge whatever strike was crashing down from behind.

The force from the overhead swing of the unrefined greatsword was enough to form a gust of wind that tugged on his silver cloak.

"It's just you and me now, big guy," he muttered.

Hunted, And Cornered