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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.145 Choices, Ironies, and Unforeseen Consequences

Staring at the Ammit and its cubs, my thoughts spun in rapid circles. The potential of its power was tantalizing; absorbing its spirit core would undoubtedly make me stronger. I watched as the Ammit nudged its cubs back, its fierce protective instinct mirrored in my own heart. I, too, had a child waiting for me.

I sighed heavily, extending my hand towards the growling beast. My heart churned with conflicting emotions. The lure of being seen as a hero, of justifying my own actions, clawed at me. But I was beyond those illusions. The moment my brothers and sisters in the gang fell because of my cowardice, I discarded any pretense of being the good guy.

That was never going to happen to my child. Talentless as I was, insignificant as I felt, I possessed a ruthless determination to protect those I loved. The need for power gripped me. The faster I obtained it, the safer she would be.