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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.

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Chapter no.48 Life is Unfair

When the children were "saved" from the clutches of the sinister Black Lotus cult's demon prison cave, they were whisked away to the enigmatic Wailing Isle.

Upon their arrival, they were greeted with a hedonistic doctrine that appealed to their senses:

"Sleep when you want to sleep. Eat when you want to eat. Play when you want to play. Live the way you want to live."

The children, who had suffered unimaginable pain and torment in that dark prison, felt that they deserved such an extravagant and carefree existence. After all, they had been wronged by the world, and surely they were entitled to a life of luxury and indulgence to compensate for their previous suffering.

Yet, many children couldn't help but question the very foundation of their newfound paradise. If they allowed themselves to entertain doubts for even a moment, it became painfully clear that the Wailing Isle was nothing more than a hedonistic prison, a gilded cage.