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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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Chapter no.132 Descent into the Abyss - Mysterious Crow

The air cooled as dusk surrendered to the night, the previously vibrant hues of the horizon now replaced by a blanket of twinkling stars. I sat on a grassy patch, away from the light pollution of the nearby village. My location offered a clear view of the celestial bodies overhead, their ethereal glow reflecting off the Singularity type Pawn Grade Spirit orb cradled in my hands. The orb itself hummed with energy, a tranquil rhythm that resonated with the night's serenity.

I reached into my Nightfall Mantle, its fabric still retaining the warmth of my body. The touch felt comforting, familiar, akin to the sensation of reuniting with an old friend. My fingers found the scroll within the mantle's secret pocket, its surface rough against my touch. Drawing it out, I unfurled the parchment, revealing the cultivation technique of the Spirit Mountain Sect that I had gotten from Yaretzi.