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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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One's Origin Part One

"I guess I need to finish the journey with my feet", he thought while jumping out of the back of the vehicle. His feet lightly tapped the ground under his leg, and without any ample movement, his figure disappeared from near the car.

He reappeared more than hundreds of meters away from the vehicle. He looked back and assessed that it shouldn't take him more than a few minutes to arrive there, and he resumed his run.

The sea of factories surrounding him blurred in his vision, and the speed of his run rose higher and higher. As his leg took him closer to the Core, his thought began filling with memories and images of his youth there. And even with the rough and horrible condition he had been through when living there, he couldn't help but feel a strange type of nostalgia.

"I wonder how that bastard Moha is doing?" he mumbled under a sharp breath. "What about his bar, Pig's Paw? I hope his business has been going well."