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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.78 A Daunting Battle Begins

[ POV Change ]

As I walked through the meadow, the tall grass brushing against my legs, I couldn't help but feel the tension in the air.

Nayara, walked beside me, her gaze fixed on the ground.

The silence between us was deafening, broken only by the occasional rustle of the wind through the grass.

Atop my head, my brushsquirrel companion busied itself grooming its long, brush-like tail. It used its tiny paws to comb through the hairs, seemingly oblivious to the awkwardness between Nayara and me.

Desperate to break the silence, I turned to Nayara and asked,"So, how did the astral world look like to you?"

My voice cracked slightly, betraying my nerves.

Nayara hesitated before answering, "It looked like a desolate labyrinth with mirrors." She avoided my eyes as she spoke, her voice barely audible.

"Well, Master Viracocha told me that the astral world takes the shape of of true self."

"I figured that out in the astral world."

" Wow, that's impressive."

" Thanks."