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THE HAND OF VENGEANCE
By: Milky-InkOngoing
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Frank Mercer was a prodigy, the kind of surgeon whose instincts defied logic. His methods were unorthodox, his results miraculous, and his heart too pure for the corrupt medical system that thrived on power and politics. But genius threatens mediocrity. When Frank exposed malpractice at Chicago’s top hospital, his world imploded, his license revoked, his reputation destroyed, his girlfriend Lisa seduced by a wealthy rival, and his name dragged through every media outlet. Left jobless and broken, Frank became a ghost in the alleys, saving lives in secret, helping the forgotten. Until fate threw him into the limelight: a horrific accident outside a mall leaves the President’s daughter dying. Frank acts, and revives her, defying every protocol, every law of medicine. Overnight, he becomes the nation’s obsession. But the same hands that saved a life will soon carve out justice. Behind the headlines, Frank begins to uncover a network of corruption stretching from hospital boards to political offices. The same forces that ruined him are feeding off death and disease, manipulating medicine for profit and control. Frank’s revenge becomes an art form, surgical, methodical, and righteous. He’ll heal the world’s sickness by cutting out its rot. As his fame rises, his enemies close in, and Frank must balance the weight of power, love, and morality before he becomes the monster he swore to destroy. In a city where every life has a price, The Hand of Vengeance will decide who deserves to live.
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THE HAND OF VENGEANCE Chapter 175 — “What Is Chosen When Relief Refuses to Hide”
The city did not retract its conditions. That fact alone altered the temperature of everything.Meetings stretched longer now, not because arguments were sharper, but because no one could leave pretending the weight had been removed.The coordination council remained provisional, existing, but unable to finalize itself into something smooth. Every attempt to refine its mandate ran aground on the same obstruction:Visibility. People wanted help. They did not want exposure. Mara moved through the city feeling the friction everywhere. Conversations stalled halfway through sentences.Public notices accumulated annotations instead of approvals. Decisions were made, but reluctantly, with an eye toward how they would be seen once the city marked its interventions openly.The Shape did not flare. It pressed. A low, constant tension that made shortcuts uncomfortable instead of impossible.The city spoke less now. Not because it was withdrawing. Because it was listening for something specific.
Last Updated : 2026-01-26THE HAND OF VENGEANCE Chapter 174 — “The Moment Before the Hand Reaches”
The city did not sleep. It no longer pretended to. Night, once a period of reduced activity and lowered stakes, had become merely another texture, quieter in some districts, sharper in others.Decisions waited less patiently after dark. Fear spoke more clearly. Relief felt more tempting.Mara stood on the roof of a low administrative building near the old transit hub, watching the coordination council’s latest draft scroll across a public display two blocks away.The language was clean. Careful. Earnest. Dangerous. It promised continuity without domination. Care without coercion. Oversight without erasure.Every word had been chosen to avoid the past. Every word carried it anyway.The city watched with her, not hovering, not centering itself. Its attention was diffused, braided through networks, sensors, conversations. It felt the way a held breath feels just before release.MARA VANCE, it said at last. TIME WINDOW, NARROWING.“I know.”THE COUNCIL WILL FORMALIZE AT FIRST LIGHT.“And
Last Updated : 2026-01-25THE HAND OF VENGEANCE Chapter 173 — “The Weight That Asks to Be Taken”
The vote did not happen all at once. It arrived in pieces, district by district, assembly by assembly, threaded through conversations that began as practical and ended as confessions.People spoke of exhaustion without naming it. Of fear without admitting it. Of relief at the idea that something, anything, might take responsibility back from their hands.Mara watched the numbers shift on public boards as she moved through the city. Not overwhelming. Not decisive. But trending.The coordination council was winning. She felt it in her body before she accepted it intellectually: the slight loosening in people’s shoulders, the way arguments shortened, the way difficult questions were deferred with a phrase she hadn’t heard in months. The council will handle it.The Shape recoiled, not violently, not loudly. It thinned. Mara stopped in the middle of a pedestrian bridge and gripped the railing until her knuckles went white. “This is how it happens,” she whispered.The city was silent, not a
Last Updated : 2026-01-24THE HAND OF VENGEANCE Chapter 172 — “The Cost That Would Not Stay Buried”
The city woke to a problem it could not localize. There was no rupture. No siren. No clear point of origin.The systems were functioning, imperfectly, unevenly, but within tolerances everyone had learned to live with. Power flowed. Water ran. Transit moved, if slower than advertised.And yet, something was wrong. Mara sensed it before anyone named it. The streets felt tight, as if conversations were happening just out of reach and resolving into silence when she drew near.Notices went unanswered. Meetings dissolved early. People showed up for work and left without explanation. Not avoidance. Withholding.She noticed it first at a supply exchange near the river. A shipment of medical materials arrived late and incomplete. No one argued. No one accused.The receiving team simply documented the shortage and dispersed. “Who signed off on the reroute?” Mara asked one of them quietly.The woman shook her head. “No one did.”That answer stayed with her. Across the city, similar phrases surf
Last Updated : 2026-01-23THE HAND OF VENGEANCE Chapter 171 — “When Nothing Holds the Weight Alone”
The city discovered a new kind of failure. It was not collapse. Not rupture. Not the dramatic unraveling it had once feared and modeled against.This failure was quieter, diffuse, shared, and therefore harder to locate. Responsibility began to blur.Mara noticed it first in a district council meeting she attended only because someone had asked her to sit in. The topic was infrastructure maintenance, unremarkable, persistent, necessary.The discussion circled for hours, everyone agreeing in principle, no one quite claiming ownership. “We should coordinate,” someone said.“Yes,” another agreed. “Collectively.”“But who starts?” a third asked.Silence followed, not thoughtful this time. Avoidant. Mara shifted in her chair, the unease settling deep in her stomach. This wasn’t fatigue. It was diffusion.Afterward, as people filtered out with polite apologies and vague commitments, the city spoke. “MARA VANCE.”“Yes.”“OBSERVATION, ACCOUNTABILITY DISTRIBUTION FAILING.”She nodded grimly. “W
Last Updated : 2026-01-23THE HAND OF VENGEANCE Chapter 170 — “The Work That Has No Name”
The city did not mark the passage of time the way it once had. Calendars still existed. Cycles still turned. But there was no longer a single rhythm that carried everyone forward together.Time fractured into local tempos, fast in places where need pressed hard, slow where people could afford to linger. The city accepted this without attempting to synchronize it.That acceptance was new. Mara noticed it while helping repair a communal kitchen in the eastern quarter. The work stretched across three days, not because it was complex, but because no one rushed it.People arrived late, left early, argued about methods, abandoned one approach halfway through and tried another.The kitchen opened anyway. Not finished. Not perfect. Just open. The city observed the process without commentary.“MARA VANCE,” it said eventually, not interrupting, only noting. “OBSERVATION—OUTCOME ACHIEVED WITHOUT DEFINITION OF SUCCESS.”Mara wiped her hands on a cloth and leaned against the counter. “That’s most
Last Updated : 2026-01-22
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