My Plan to Play Cards with the World

At the beginning of the story, he was standing in the dark and messy alley next to the circus. The sky was filled with the sound of rain, and under the rain clouds, only the knife in his hand flickered in the candlelight. A boy's fight is never about winning. I come, I see, I conquer! It's about conquering. (Please don't mind if there are Western names, because this unknown world has both Eastern and Western cultures. It is a big patchwork world) Newbie, new book, hope to support