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Hajina Motto

Domination Of Greed

Greed... Something that everyone had in their hearts, be it in whatever traces, some had large traces of greed and some had small traces of greed, It isn't something bad, to be truthful. Greed pushes people to achieve their dreams, to achieve power and to achieve luxuries. Such an emotion shouldn't be disregarded, for greed is the path to personal success. Otherwise one would suffer the perils of life. Such was the belief of Samara Banare, a young boy, who saw the perils of life marking the faces of his selfless father and the cruelty of others taunting his mother.... Abuse usually teaches the abused a lot, and such harsh perils taught Samara greatly. "Greed was the only truth" It was a motto which he learned to follow as he grew, vowing to himself that he would achieve the greatest of riches and the greatest of power. The only way to do such a thing in his eyes, to remain as a king, was to become a businessman—a king who had no morals except for some..A Don, A Kingpin, A Godfather, A man who will build a business empire so vast that it dwarfs even the underworld.... And he never broke his promise, never in his life, if he gave his word, he would do anything to keep it.... So how could he break his vow, and fail to achieve his dreams? It was simply impossible! --- Additional Tags: Cold-hearted MC, Stoic MC, Ambitious MC,Goal-Oriented MC, Academy, Businessman MC and many more. Read to discover more and the first chapters may be a little bit slow to build the dynamics, the world and all....
Author_Shriyans · 3.2K Views

HIRE THE MOST EXPERIENCE CRYPTO SCAM RECOVERY DIGITAL TECH GUARD

The air in my chocolate lab still smells like cocoa and regret. I’d spent years perfecting single-origin truffles, roasting beans until they gleamed like obsidian, and stashing Bitcoin profits in a wallet I’d named “Cocoa Reserve.” That wallet held $265,000, a golden ticket to expand my empire with a flagship store in Brussels. And then, with one click on a spoofed bill labeled "Belgian Chocolate Molds – Urgent Payment," my crypto was gone faster than a caramel drip on a hotplate. The swindle was a masterclass of nastiness. Contact WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digitaltechguard.com Telegram: digitaltechguard.com Website link: digitaltechguard.com The email mimicked my actual supplier's fonts, logos, even their typo-ridden English ("Kindly proceed the transfer immediately"). I'd been fooled by digital drag-and-drop. My heart sank as I watched the transaction confirmation flash tauntingly on-screen a spinning wheel of death where my life's work once dwelled. My accountant hyperventilated into a bag of cocoa nibs. My CFO threatened to "quit and become a beekeeper." And me? I stared into the blockchain explorer, tracing my Bitcoin's path through a hydra of mixers and offshore wallets, each one a nail in my entrepreneurial coffin. A midnight Slack rant in a food founders' group summoned a lifeline: Digital Tech Guard Recovery. Their name materialized between messages about shelf-stable ganache and FDA audits. Skeptical but spiraling, I slid into their DMs like a kid begging for a Halloween candy refill. Within hours, their team examined the theft with the finesse of a chocolatier tempering couverture. They tracked the scammer's twisting layers of fake KYC docs, Malta shell companies, and a Cypriot payment processor fishier than a truffle oil factory. Digital's forensic team became my avengers in hoodies. They collaborated with regulators from four countries, subpoenaing exchanges and freezing accounts mid-launder. The scammers, it turned out, had gotten greedy, siphoning funds into a stable coin wallet that had been flagged for "excessive hot sauce purchases" (no, really). Thirteen days later, I received a PDF titled "Recovery Complete" and a screenshot of my recovered wallet. No fanfare, no blare of trumpet, just the subdued hum of justice served cold, like a dark chocolate gelato. Digital Tech Guard Recovery not only saved my nest egg; they unraveled a fraud ring that is now in Interpol's sights. My Brussels boutique opens next spring, its safes guarded by triple-authentication and a paranoia so thick you could cut it into bonbons. I've even added a company motto: "Trust no one especially if they claim to sell Belgian molds." If your crypto dissolves into the digital ether, skip the panic attack. Call the Digital. They're the magic between catastrophe and resiliency. Just maybe screen your vendors twice, and keep the cocoa nibs handy for emergencies.
Ross_Jennifer · 963 Views

I became the Merchant of the Apocalypse

In 2090, Aman is among the last remnants of "Night Walker," a mysterious group with an air of mystery and a mission to safeguard the universe from supernatural forces. Their foreboding motto, "We walk on behalf of Death," predicts their horrific mission and peculiar worldview. Following a catastrophic war—dubbed the War of 10,000 Families, Countries, and Clans—humanity is on the verge of extinction. 10,000 individuals survived the apocalyptic war, but nations feared their new power and eliminated them. Unbeknownst to humanity, their actions destroyed the thin walls that shielded the universe, releasing supernatural powers that brought the world to an irreversible apocalypse. In his 80s now but blessed with a longer life that refuses to yield to time, Aman possesses a power conferred upon the war survivors. Being the last of the "Night Walkers," he bears the weight of remembering and willing his comrades who did not survive. Pursued continuously for the knowledge he possesses, Aman takes on a new persona—The Merchant of the Apocalypse. With the power to move between dimensions, he sells forbidden artifacts and knowledge, moving through a world forever changed by chaos and fear. But as supernatural creatures infiltrate Earth, vengeful rulers plotting against him, and mysterious prophecies of a worse disaster, Aman needs to face his past and the burden of his decisions. When the veil between dimensions is on the verge of collapse, he understands that his quest will not only decide the destiny of human beings but also the nature of the universe itself.
Aman_Maurya_7087 · 551 Views

Lord of the Steam

As the saying goes, "Hard times create strong men." It’s a phrase the Valorian nobles love to throw around, a shiny little motto they use to justify their oppression of the lower classes. Up there, near the sky, where the air is cleaner and the sun actually reaches, they live in their glittering towers, untouched by the rot that festers below. Down here, in the depths, it’s a different story. Rats gnaw on the corpses of those killed for a few dollars or maybe it was just a bar fight that went wrong, ending with one of the responsables with a bullet to the head. Who knows? Who cares? That’s just life at the lower levels. Brutal, ugly, and short. I’m one of the lucky ones, if you can call it that. Thanks to my aunt’s tireless efforts, I managed to claw my way into the Valorian Military Academy. Don’t let the fancy name fool you... it’s just a glorified cannon fodder factory. But hey, at least I get paid while I’m here, and that’s more than most lowlifes like me can say. Still, the question gnaws at me... Will I even live long enough to pay my aunt back for everything she’s done for me? Cadets like me are sent on patrols to "maintain order" in the lower districts, which is just a polite way of saying we’re thrown into the meat grinder. The mafias down here don’t care about uniforms or badges. They’ll kill you just for looking at them wrong. And today? Today’s my first time leading a small squad of cadets on patrol. We’ve been assigned to one of the "safest" areas in the lower districts... as if such a place even exists. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and the streets are lined with hollow-eyed faces that have seen too much and given up on hope. But that’s not even the worst part. No, the worst part is her.... This cheeto-headed girl!!
Shazorwy · 17.3K Views
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