Hard work never goes to waste.
Good things come to those who wait.
The world rewards the diligent.
Justice always prevails in the end.
Those who endure, overcome.
You've heard all of it a thousand times, haven't you?
But do you know the truth?
Every last one of them is a lie.
Hard work doesn't go to waste; it just gets repackaged and handed to someone better born.
Waiting doesn't bring good things; it starves hope until it rots quietly inside you.
The world doesn't reward diligence; it rewards bloodlines, connections, and inheritance; then has the audacity to call it fair.
Justice in the end?
The "end" is nothing more than a story told to keep the powerless obedient.
I wasn't born with anything.
No talent worth mentioning.
No favor from fate.
No place in a world where some are born to rise, while others are born only to fill space.
Here, people like me were allowed to exist—but never to matter.
I worked until my bones ached, only to watch someone else take what I earned with a smile and a surname.
I saw the lucky laugh as doors opened effortlessly before them.
I saw the strong inherit kingdoms they never bled for.
I saw fate reward those who already had everything.
And the rest of us? Not even worth mentioning.
I endured because that was all I was permitted to do.
And after fourteen long years of watching this world, I finally understood the truth no one bothers to tell you:
This world doesn't care about virtue, patience, or perseverance.
All it ever cared about was power - raw and merciless.
And… I accepted it.
I learned not to complain. Not to ask why others were chosen while I was ignored. Not to look too long at what I wasn't allowed to want. I stood at the bottom when the rankings came out and told myself it didn't matter. That this was simply how the world worked.
But then came one night; a sliver of hope that changed how I saw the world.
For the first time, a flicker of hope, and a subtle question clicked in my mind.
If everything in this world can be taken…
why shouldn't it be mine?
And I made my decision.
If this world insists that underdogs deserve nothing, then I'll take everything.
If the world expects the underdogs to disappear, I'll refuse to fade quietly.
I'll endure long enough to be remembered,
and strong enough to be feared.
Because...
After all, the underdog should have it all.
And no one ever said I had to play fair.