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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 · Oriental
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Chapter no.135 The Abyss Beckons: A Gamble in the Ghostly Grotto

Ammit ran in haste, its monstrous form undulating as it moved, a spectral aberration in the ether-lit abyss. Its movements bore a terrifying grace, an agility and power that belied its grotesque spectral form shimmering in the void.

The corpse it dragged was an equally unsettling sight. Tall and lithe, the form of the creature being dragged by the ammit was draped in what appeared to be a wind-tattered cloak of spectral feathers, giving it a ghostly, bird-like appearance. Its skull, however, was hauntingly human, elongated and hollow-eyed, adorned with a crown of stark, antler-like branches that extended like skeletal hands reaching for the abyss above.

The lifeless form of the hero now held a certain macabre elegance, the long, feathered limbs trailing behind Ammit, the skull's empty gaze locked onto the abyss. The antler crown scraped against the alien terrain, each contact sending sparks of spectral energy in its wake.