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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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Memory Of The Slums Part Two

Fell stayed on the floor, savoring the sensations his body was gathering and oblivious to the many individuals that were approaching his position.

A minute passed, and a few heads appeared near the place where Fell was sitting. As fellow cultivators, they thought he was currently meditating. Thus they stood silently in the courtyard.

Time passed quietly, and Sifiso still hadn't come back and was still going through the entirety of the living quarters in the coliseum. The number of individuals in the courtyard continued growing by the minutes, and before long, it attained a number where Fell couldn't help but open his eyes.

His eyes glinted under the soft moonlight. And an astonishing expression flashed on the faces of many gladiators; most of them were body cultivators, and although they couldn't assess Fell's strength precisely. Their senses didn't miss the potency of his blood, and to their senses, Fell seemed like a hibernating vicious beast in human form.