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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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Chapter no.146

In my inner world, a stark, white void, I let out a heavy sigh. My gaze wandered aimlessly across the endless expanse. "What happened to this place?" I mused aloud, my voice echoing in the emptiness.

"You got captured," a voice replied, nonchalant yet eerily familiar.

I spun around, searching for the source. "Up," the voice directed.

Looking upwards, I was met with a sight that was as bizarre as it was unsettling. My doppelganger, an exact replica of myself, dangled from a massive, eye-like orb, chains ensnaring him in a gravity-defying spectacle.

"Captured by who?" I asked, an eyebrow raised in both curiosity and annoyance.

The doppelganger shrugged, a gesture that seemed both comical and sad given his predicament. "I don't know, but we might be in trouble."

"We?" I scoffed. "When am I not in trouble?"

"Good point," the doppelganger conceded with a smirk.

"But one thing," I continued, "why can't I feel any Qi?"