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 the golden sun dipped low in the sky, casting warm amber rays through the forest's vibrant tapestry of reds, oranges, and yellows, Viracocha and I found ourselves seated on a mossy, fallen log. The forest floor, blanketed by a crisp carpet of fallen leaves, emitted a faint, earthy scent that harmoniously blended with the heady aroma of freshly brewed tea.


The grand trees, their branches swaying gently in the soft autumn breeze, formed a magnificent canopy overhead, filtering the sunlight and casting dappled shadows that danced along the ground. The air was cool and crisp, a refreshing contrast to the warm tea that filled our cups.


As we sat, savoring the subtle flavors of the tea, we were serenaded by the forest's symphony; birdsong intertwined with the rustling of leaves, the distant trickle of a babbling brook, and the occasional rustle of a small woodland creature scurrying through the underbrush.


Chapter no.76 Cultivation Realms