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

[ Spirit Mountain Sect - Guest House ] 


As I carefully cradled the sleeping brushsquirrel in my hand, I could feel its tiny heartbeat, a soothing rhythm against my palm. I approached the guest room door, the warmth of the small creature comforting me. Gently, I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, revealing a sight that left me utterly stunned. 


There she was, the breathtakingly beautiful Marisol, sitting elegantly on my bed. A vivid memory flashed through my mind, recalling the night of the orgy. 


The way her eyes sparkled, and her body moved with such grace, it was impossible not to be captivated by her presence. 


My eyebrow raised in curiosity, unable to mask my surprise at her unexpected appearance. 


"Why are you here?" I inquired, my voice steady despite the lingering shock.


Marisol confidently stood up, her movements fluid and poised, closing the distance between us with an air of certainty. She extended her hand, presenting me with a neatly rolled scroll. 


Chapter no.84 Sect Struggles: Politics and Power Plays