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The Universe is Innately Just

Every coin has two faces. Goodness is balanced by evil. Any concept has a counterpart. New Casablanca was the same. A fantastic city full of science and progress, yet such a dark side so dirty no one dares even talking about it. This is the hometown of a young man, Fell Pluck. Unfortunately, it was decided by the gods that he should be born in the slums of the city, the core, where you had to fight every day in the hope of living another one. "Choose your path, change your destiny, show your might. Unleash your will and show them your worth. I revealed to you the way of cultivation; the rest is up to you.." A. In the end, like a butterfly softly landing on a petal, a simple encounter can change the course of events... ################################# As many of you have noticed, UIJ has gone premium! To celebrate this, we're going to have triple daily release! You're in for quite the adventure with this novel, bear with me and I'll be sure to keep on working the quality of my work. "The Universe is Innately Just" is my first work on webnovel.com. Add me to your library if you enjoy the read! Comments and Power Stones help a lot. If you want to support me, do not hesitate to leave some! ############################ Support your author with a warm cup of coffee. :) https://ko-fi.com/lividedge

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331 Chs

City Under The City Part Two

A deep grating noise akin to metallic chains pulling heavy weights spread through the basement, and the next moment, a large tunnel opened up in front of the eyes of the small group.

Fell followed Leove through the long tunnel, their steps resounded through the thin and narrow path and led them to a small room.

As soon as he appeared in the larger space, he was forced to stop due to Leove standing right in front of him. But his acute senses could pick up signs of life forms facing their direction.

The two men standing in front of the small squad recognized the group, but nonetheless approached them in a way to identify their numbers.

Their hands didn't hold weapons, but scanners that were explicitly meant to record the signature of an individual.

Their job wasn't specifically to protect the entrance, but served as a way to identify every entrant. A clear sign that the armed forces were taking the situation very seriously.