One Hand Stirs the Storm

Once I was meek and silent, trampled on at will. The world watched coldly, and no one came to save me. So I will break the game with my own hands and step into it myself. From now on I cast off softness for hardness, holding sharpness in my grip. I do not seek trouble, but every evil in this world that bullies honest people, I dare to bear, dare to defy, dare to repay. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: One Hand Stirs the Storm — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠