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

"We must return to them, they need our assistance," he told her.

Though Elena was staring right past him with widened eyes, tapping his shoulder, "Urr, hey, big guy…I think we have our own problems right now."

"What…?" He asked, slowly turning around.

Entering through an alternate corridor from the direction he arrived, a gargantuan lacyrie entered, having to duck through the tunnel's edge to enter the cavity of the mountain.

Though even its appearance was the first aspect of it that met him; the smell it exuded filled the domain with a potent abhorrence.

Its skin, clammy and covered in scarring, was slick in a sooty substance, dripping from its chin as it carried a shoddily-made, gargantuan axe fit for its size.

"A champion of their hive?" Akanni muttered, readying himself for a fight.

"I don't care what it's called, it wants to fight!" Elena called as she unsheathed her shortsword, wielding it with a reverse grip.

Dark Horde