The ws of this world are iron and blood.

  Here, survival belongs not to the strongest but to those who can see beyond themselves.

  Just yesterday, I was no one. A weary man in a world where everything had long been decided for me. Today, I hold a crown in my hands. It wasn't mine, but now it is only mine.

  The world waits to be changed. But what's more terrifying: to change this world… or to let it break me?