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Murim: Struggle of the Weak

In a world where the strong prey on the weak, one orphaned boy must fight to survive. Abandoned and alone, he wanders the gritty streets, barely scraping by on the scraps of a broken society. But when a mysterious figure plucks him from the gutter and throws him into an abyss-like prison, he realizes his life is about to change forever. Trapped in this dark, forbidding place, he discovers the secrets of cultivation - a powerful system of strength and skill that can elevate him from a lowly beggar to a powerful warrior. But with rival factions vying for dominance and treacherous enemies lurking around every corner, the journey to the top will be fraught with danger. Fueled by the burning desire to rise above his humble beginnings, he sets out on a path of relentless training and unyielding determination. Even if he doesn't possess the innate talent of a genius, he will practice a thousand times harder. Even if his potential is limited, he will crawl his way to the top or die trying. Welcome to the World of Murim, where survival is the ultimate goal and the strong rule. Follow the epic journey of one orphaned boy as he fights to claim his place in a brutal, unforgiving world.

Adamo_Amet · Eastern
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Chapter no.111 Moonlit Ripples - The Unveiling of Intimate Trust

[Author Note: Lemon Warning+18 content]

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Underneath the lustrous glow of the moon, Wen'an and I stood at the edge of the placid lake, our bodies reflected on its mirror-like surface. The night was hushed, whispering secrets through the rustling of the bamboo leaves, the only other sound being our mingled breaths.

The kiss we shared was a declaration, a silent promise; it was a conversation where words were irrelevant. We communicated through our eyes, our touches, our hearts beating in a synchronized rhythm that echoed through the silent night. The shared longing between us became a tangible entity, binding us closer.

My fingers traced the contours of her delicate form, and with each touch, I felt her body respond. She was like a melody waiting to be played, and every note was an exploration of her being. She shivered under my touch, a sweet surrender echoing her trust, her acceptance. As our bodies connected, they started a dance as old as time itself.