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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.107 Debts, Deals, and the Destiny of the Orb

We stepped out of the portal and into the stark, white expanse of the lab. The abrupt shift from the vibrantly lit Citadel to the sterile, almost blinding whiteness of the lab was jarring. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the harsh lighting.

Kunlan and I came to an abrupt halt as we spotted a figure at the far end of the room. A young woman was perched on the edge of a table, her attention fully immersed in a bowl of noodles. She was calmly slurping them up, a serene bubble of normalcy amidst our dramatic entrance.

We exchanged a glance. The Brushsquirrel, far more interested in the prospect of food than the strange situation, jumped from my shoulder onto the table. It nosed at the noodle bowl, its tiny pink tongue darting out to taste the contents. Xu Wen'an smiled, sliding the bowl towards the little creature.