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

I woke up in a room shrouded in shadow, and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. As I stirred, I realized that I was naked, which struck me as odd. I couldn't recall ever having gone to bed without clothes on.


My heart sank as I realize what must have happened last night. We had both gotten drunk and now, as I glance down at my naked body, it becomes painfully clear that we had crossed a line. I feel a knot form in my stomach, and a sense of shame and regret wash over me.


I looked upon him, his broad back and the long, shaggy locks of his crimson hair that splayed across the mattress. Memories of the previous night flooded my mind, and my heart raced with equal parts disgust and anxiety. 


"Are you awake?" I whispered, my voice barely audible in the darkness. There was no answer, and I wondered if he was still asleep. I hesitated for a moment, then reached out to touch his shoulder.


Chapter no.70 Hide behind a mask