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Purging Instruments

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Men had turned themselves into living weapons. Each one an instrument to an unending war. In a fractured world ruled by gods, bloodshed, and money. Cain Roosevelt is nobody — just a broke teenager with a terminal, a few rations, and a single legacy. Survive better than the last Roosevelt who tried. To rise in this world, Cain doesn’t need prophecy or fate. He just needs contracts, strategies, and the right tools. From repurposing corpse-parts into gadgets, to bartering with sentient magical beasts, to manipulating livestream charity events for potions, Cain climbs through a society where power is monetized, friendship is contractual, and death is marketable. He’s not aiming to be a hero. He’s just here to make money. But as ancient cultivation systems stir, demonic legacies awaken, and even the titans begin to learn... Cain must ask himself — Can a man still profit when the everyone is trying to destroy themselves?
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"You know what a good girl would have done? A good girl would have stayed home instead of sneaking out of her father's compound just to get a man to fuck her. A good girl wouldn't have stabbed a man like me with a pen. And most of all, a good girl wouldn't be turned on by holding a gun to a man's chest." I lean closer to her. "You're no good girl, Ivanna." "You… you're wrong." "Go on then. Come on. Pull the trigger." *** My name is Ivanna. I am the daughter of Misha Sidorov, the head of the Krasnoyarsk Bratva. I have just graduated and I’m about to go to college. My life is perfect until Sergio Sakharov comes into the picture. He is the darkness itself. He reigns over the entire Sakharov family and by extension, the Dvina River Vory Bratva. His word is law, and his desire is absolute. Everything changes in a split second when he steals me away and holds prisoner in Tyva, a bride for his only heir. But Sergio doesn’t take no for an answer. He always gets whatever he wants and against all reason, he claims me for himself instead. He thinks I’m the perfect match for his desires and he is determined to keep me close, even if I fight him at every turn. Except, I’m no helpless pawn. I’m not innocent. I have tasted his dark side, and I want more. The don himself, the man they call the Volkov of Dvina River appeals to me in the most sinful of ways. His wickedness draws me in, and when he decides that he wants me, I’m helpless. I can’t resist him, even if it means giving myself to him. He may think he has power over me and can control me every step of the way, but I’m about to show him who the real boss is.
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