My name is Barbara. I’m an ordinary girl who stumbles over her words and is hopeless at just about every practical skill. Abandoned in the city's underbelly as a child, I was bullied, betrayed, and beaten until they broke my bones and threw me into a dark alley crawling with aberrant beasts. The whole world treated me like trash and trampled me underfoot.
I have no divine weapons or System cheats, just a rusty butcher's knife I picked up. But they don't know this: when they torment me, I can kneel in the dirt, spit blood, and stumble over every word. When I fight, I can cleave through skyscrapers with a single swing, shatter the darkness, and protect the people I care about.
I don't want to be a hero. I just want to cook, wash dishes, sing, and live in peace with the person who treats me kindly. But if the world forces me to draw my blade, then with this butcher's knife, I'll cut through every ounce of malice and rewrite my fate.
