by Mauri
The world is rotten. It was in my previous life. Still is in this one. Suits change. Titles too. But the monsters are the same: men with power, rehearsed smiles, and bloodstained hands no one sees. I made sure they did see it. Never missed a throw. Never left a name. Just a white ceramic knife. Then I died, in the most ridiculous way possible. And woke up in a new world. Of magic. Swords. Knights. Also rotten. I knew when I saw a child with a rope around his neck for stealing bread. I was sure when the nobles applauded executions like fireworks. This world doesn't need a hero. No chosen one in a cape or a mage with a divine mission. It needs someone who knows where it hurts. And whose hands don't tremble. ❖≔﴾═══════ﺤ All characters in this book are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Image cover produced with assistance of DALLE.
