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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

Memory Of The Slums Part Four

"He truly is dumb, right?", before turning toward Fell and continuing. "Well, that's obvious. Why would I run from the biggest opportunity of my life? Fighting hundreds of vicious beasts isn't something you can do every day."

"You're not afraid of dying?" asked Fell.

"Aren't we all?" responded the man with a smirk. "Although to us, who rose from the mass through fists and blood. Why would we evade the incoming war?" he then turned around and showed the many men on the floor. "Just know that they are in!"

His voice boomed, and Fell couldn't help but gradually pieces the much information he had gotten from the man. "So he is their leaders…", he couldn't help but think before looking at the man a few times. And as he gazed at him, he couldn't but feel that he had met him many times in the central district, and although they had never talked, he had always felt this presence.