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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 · 東方
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149 Chs

Chapter no.100 A Gamble of Destiny

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[Spirit Mountain Sect - Sect Leader's Chambers]

The sect leader's chambers were awash with the calming glow of enchanted lanterns as Yaretzi sat before a peculiar doctor. The woman had an aura of timeless grace, her hair the color of moonlight flowing freely down her back. Her eyes, akin to twin starlit pools, held a depth of knowledge and wisdom that commanded reverence. The soft melody of her voice, clear as the bubbling spring, served as a comforting lullaby to the anxious.

Yaretzi held out her arm, and with a small silver knife, she let a few drops of her blood fall into a crystal bowl filled with flames. She also added a few drops of her urine, watching as the flames hissed and changed colors. Viracocha, watching from the corner of the room, frowned, his ancient eyes filled with concern.

"Is this truly necessary?" Viracocha questioned, his deep voice echoing through the chamber.