After Ten Years of Teaching Boxing in Chinatown, My Widowed Sister Invited Me to S. H. I. E. L. D.

Essay on spiritual recovery in the post-Marvel era … When the morning smoke clears and the sky is empty, when the whole world stops, where will you stand? … Distant galaxies. Unknown power. Mysterious creature. The dark ages have arrived! All living beings hate me for my monologue, the little boxer with ancient martial arts heritage! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.