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

The twin moons cast a surreal glow over the darkened landscape as I walked alongside Nayara. Our footsteps echoed through the quiet, moonlit streets of the sect, with only the occasional sounds of disciples and the gentle whisper of the breeze keeping us company.


"Nayara, are you sure we're not lost?" I asked, watching as her eyes glimmered like golden orbs in the moonlight, and her long hair shimmered like silk in the breeze.


"Yes, just trust me," Nayara replied, her voice a hushed whisper in the otherwise silent night.


"Oh, don't worry, I trust you as much as I can see you," I answered in a joking manner, and seeing the confusion on Nayara's face, I turned to the darkness of the streets. "Hey, where are you?"


Realization of the joke dawned on Nayara as she lightly kicked my leg. "Hey, not funny."


"Come on, it was a little funny," I responded into the void of the wilderness as Nayara chuckled, her laughter like a soothing melody in the night.


Chapter no.68 A Night Out