Aaron_Zakhrov

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THIS NOVEL CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND SEX SCENES, EXTREME VIEWS, AND A VILLAIN MAIN CHARACTER.
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The pacing is slower than typical and is heavy on the psychology and ideology. Reader discretion is advised
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"St. Ignatius Academy is no safe haven for degenerate trash! This material proves that you are a danger to women and girls around you! Out of my sight! You are expelled! You shall never defile our hallowed halls with your disgusting presence again!"
--SLAP--
"You are no son of mine! I wish I had aborted you! How dare you write such horrible things!"
With those words, Aaron Zakhrov was thrown out with nothing but his brains and a thirst for never being weak or trusting again.
Bit by bit, he built his new kingdom, where his word was law, and where he controlled everything: his friends, his enemies, his lovers and most of all, his destiny.

Sirius Zero: Building A Corporate Kingdom After Being Expelled

"Alright, James. The rest of the reactor fleet is ready to go. How is our grid looking?" asked Aaron, as he entered the control room.

"Well, the grid is stable, and we can handle the load of four 400 MW reactors. However, I would recommend that we only bring them online one at a time, to avoid overloading the grid." said James, his voice steady.

"OK fuel loading reactor number 2," said Aaron.

With a few keystrokes, drones began to load the reactor core with fuel rods. The pumps began to circulate the pressurized heavy water coolant and moderator, and the reactor slowly came to life, its deep rumble muted by the thick lead shielding and the control room's soundproofing.

"Reactor 2 approaching critical, turbines spooling up," reported Aaron.

"Relays are stable, power is ramping up," reported James over the intercom.

New Reactors, Old Mentors