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The Universe is Innately Just

Every coin has two faces. Goodness is balanced by evil. Any concept has a counterpart. New Casablanca was the same. A fantastic city full of science and progress, yet such a dark side so dirty no one dares even talking about it. This is the hometown of a young man, Fell Pluck. Unfortunately, it was decided by the gods that he should be born in the slums of the city, the core, where you had to fight every day in the hope of living another one. "Choose your path, change your destiny, show your might. Unleash your will and show them your worth. I revealed to you the way of cultivation; the rest is up to you.." A. In the end, like a butterfly softly landing on a petal, a simple encounter can change the course of events... ################################# As many of you have noticed, UIJ has gone premium! To celebrate this, we're going to have triple daily release! You're in for quite the adventure with this novel, bear with me and I'll be sure to keep on working the quality of my work. "The Universe is Innately Just" is my first work on webnovel.com. Add me to your library if you enjoy the read! Comments and Power Stones help a lot. If you want to support me, do not hesitate to leave some! ############################ Support your author with a warm cup of coffee. :) https://ko-fi.com/lividedge

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Unfurling Past Part One

After resuming his steps toward the metallic sheeted coliseum, Fell's unhurried walk was rhythmed by several attempts of remembrance. Sadly, they all led to nothing, as every time he tried thinking about his past, it only led him to gaze at a white defragmented canvas.

From his repeated attempts, nothing came to his mind. But the young cultivator's heart wasn't shaken to the point of stopping as he continued his attempts. He could feel that the place that stood in front of him was one that counted heavily for his blank soul. He couldn't yet point what was causing him to feel like that whenever he gazed at the strange, unfamiliar yet familiar construct. But his mind was still hell-bent on remembering.

"This entrance…", he mumbled as he caught sight of the lacking letters on the sign. He stepped through the large door with watchful eyes that didn't miss any of the details related to the crooked and disproportionate construct.