Adamo_Amet

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.

Murim: Struggle of the Weak

As I walked down the dimly lit hallway of Master Viracocha's temple, the sound of our footsteps echoed softly against the worn stone walls. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and the weight of centuries. Beside me, Nayara's white hair flowed gracefully behind her, contrasting against her dark attire as she carried one of the giant glass gourds filled with the mysterious blood-red liquid.


The dust and cobwebs that clung to every corner and the subtle creaking of the temple's wooden supports made me wonder aloud, "Doesn't anyone take care of this place?"


Nayara glanced at me, her eyes reflecting the flickering light from the torches lining the walls. 


"Master Viracocha's home has long been abandoned by him, he prefers to cultivate alone in nature," she replied, her voice a soft whisper, as if speaking too loudly would disturb the spirits that lingered in the shadows.


Chapter no.80 The Art of Inscription arrays