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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.88 Shadows of the Past

In the natural world, there are certain innate abilities that individuals possess, such as the ability to breathe. Breathing is an instinctive act, a subconscious process that maintains life, yet it can also be controlled consciously when desired. Similarly, in the mystical realm of Murim, cultivators can instinctively harness the power of their martial skeletons.

However, for reasons unknown, Nayara and I found ourselves unable to tap into this inherent knowledge, as if it had been inexplicably erased from our minds.

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Nayara and I sprinted through the dimly lit halls, our breaths were heavy and our hearts pounding, as the ominous echo of footsteps followed closely behind. A bolo whip suddenly lunged towards us, narrowly missing as it blasted a hole through the wall, showering us with debris. We didn't dare slow down, but our urgent conversation continued between gasping breaths.

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