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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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149 Chs

Chapter no.71 A Feast of Decadence and Intrigue

As I stepped out of the bathroom, I immediately noticed something was off. The air in the room felt tense, and a shadow caught my eye in the corner. There, standing silently like a phantom, was a man clad in black. My eyebrow shot up in surprise, but before I could say a word, the ninja swiftly threw something in my direction.

Instinctively, I reached out and caught the object, which revealed itself to be a folded letter. "What's this about?" I asked, my voice a mixture of curiosity and wariness. The ninja remained silent, offering no explanation or response.

I hesitantly unfolded the letter, and as I did so, the letters on the page seemed to come to life. They rose up, rearranging themselves in midair to form an image of a man I recognized as Zhang Wei.