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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.

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Chapter no.66 Honour of a Teacher

As I stood before the giant door, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation wash over me. It loomed over me, its massive surface etched with intricate patterns and symbols, as though they held a secret meaning, waiting to be deciphered. The door seemed to whisper ancient secrets, each carving telling a story that could have spanned centuries.

I raised my hand to touch the wood, my fingers hesitantly tracing the rough texture of the enigmatic symbols. The moment my skin met the surface, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. It was as if the door itself held a power that I couldn't fully comprehend.

I turned to face Nayara, her golden eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the temple's entrance. Her gaze was intense and held a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Does it still hurt?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.