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

He looked at his hands, for the first time, the power he cultivated couldn't be felt flooding through his veins, instead–he felt the stale air's gripping dread encircling him, listening to those daunting footsteps beyond the wall he sat, stalking him.

Catching his eye, he saw an heirloom blade hung on the back wall as a decoration of sorts, prompting him to smile just slightly.

"...If I was nothing without magic, then who the hell would I be?" He muttered to himself, "If I talked all of that talk, putting myself with the best of them, only to cower away when my weapons were snatched from my fingers–I wouldn't be able to show my face to them anymore."

Bringing himself to his feet, he didn't take care to mask his footsteps as he walked over across the creaking floorboards, reaching out and grabbing onto the light-brown handle of the longsword.

Sirius, Troublemaker