The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 427

Alex stepped into the ruined shell of Logan’s mansion.

“Logan! You jerk!” Alex shouted.

“Don’t tell me you’ve already died inside this rubble, you weak bastard. How can you crave the throne when you fall apart over a pile of stones?”

Logan wasn’t Samuel the old monster — nobody was.

Still, he ranked among the country’s top five fighters. He rose from the wreckage, dust and torn fabric clinging to him, half his shirt shredded, chest exposed like a dare.

“Who the hell are you, destroying my house?” Logan bellowed, voice rough with anger and something close to fear.

“You know me.” Alex took a step forward until they were face to face.

“Alex?” Logan sneered, wiping dirt from his lip.

“Aren’t you the man who wiped out the Guise family — part of Kingwell? You’ve been banished. What are you doing here?”

“Say the king found you intolerable and sent me back to Kingwell to teach you a lesson,” Alex replied, slow and cold.

“I’ve also got a personal score to settle — Charles Kingston. That bastard wrecked my life and lit a fire in me. You happen to support him, so I came here to slap your face.”

“You’re insane!” Logan laughed, too loud.

“I’ve got hundreds of thousands of soldiers ready. I knew the king would send someone. I’m prepared.”

“Really?” Alex laughed, low and sharp. “I’ll give you twenty minutes to call every one of them. Twenty minutes to bring your army here. I’ll open your eyes to what Kingswell really is.”

Logan barked a laugh that tried to be fearless. “Twenty minutes? You think that’s enough to gather Kingswell’s forces? I’ll give you ten minutes instead.”

He believed in his power the way men believe in armor — blindly, stubbornly.

For ten years he’d stacked men, money, and promises. In his head, a hundred thousand soldiers would answer his call and crush Kingswell—then the king himself.

That army would be enough to lift him onto the throne.

“I’ll wait ten minutes, then,” Alex said, crossing his arms as he stared up at the black sky filled with stars.

He’d been here too long. He’d let his mission—to find his parents—slip through his hands.

This country had chewed at him and held him down.

He needed to leave—to find a way to the Earth Empire, the place where real power began.

He’d heard his father came from there, and he needed to uncover the truth.

Yet the Empire didn’t welcome outsiders. Only citizens of the top two nations were allowed entry—either as residents or servants.

Estoria, Alex’s country now, was the poorest of the seven nations on Earth.

They weren’t just banned from the Empire—they weren’t even allowed to set foot in the fifth or sixth-ranked countries.

Estorians were treated like unwanted immigrants, rejected everywhere they went.

If Alex wanted to reach the Earth Empire, he’d have to start from the bottom. Become a citizen of a second-tier nation.

That meant slowly climbing his way up—sixth, fifth, fourth, third—changing his citizenship step by step.

But everyone knew it was nearly impossible. Every country thought their citizen was the best.

Every country despised outsiders, especially immigrants from Estoria—they were banned everywhere.

The few Estorians who managed to slip into other nations lived as illegal migrants, without citizenship or protection.

They were treated like slaves, stripped of dignity and human rights.

“Ten minutes are up!” Logan laughed.

Alex stood alone in the open field.

Around him, nearly a thousand soldiers raised their guns.

Military helicopters circled overhead, their floodlights slicing through the night. Fighter jets roared above, targeting him from the sky.

“Where are your Kingswell soldiers now?” Logan taunted, laughing with arrogance. “I’m going to wipe them all out and show your precious king what real power looks like!”

“I never needed to call the Kingswell army,” Alex said with a faint smile. “Do you even know why the battles between kings are settled through duels instead of military power?”

Logan’s grin faltered.

Confusion spread across his face.

“Not because we feared you, but because we were too lazy. Think you’re powerful and untouchable? To us you’re just ants scurrying around. We could crush you any time we wanted.”

“We were too bored to bother—until tonight. I want to smash your face because of Charles.”

“Because of Charles?” Logan asked, still shocked.

“Yeah—he stole the girl I was going to propose to.” Alex kicked him hard. “You know! A single betrayed heart can start a war.”

Logan had poured every ounce of power into bracing himself, but it wasn’t enough. The blow snapped bone; his arm cracked under the force.

“I... I—” Logan stammered, color draining from his face. He’d never taken a strike that violent—one kick and a bone was broken. He swallowed hard. “I apologize.”

“You’re apologizing?” Alex’s hand came down harder this time. Logan’s teeth cracked beneath the blow. Blood spattered his lip.

“You dared to marry Jasmine Kingston. You dared to back Charles Kingston.” Alex kicked him, hard.

Logan braced, folding every ounce of his inner strength into his frame, but he collapsed under it.

“Please—” Logan gasped, “forgive me. I’ll fix this. I’ll make it right.”

“You… you—” Logan coughed blood. “Did you come on the king’s orders or because your girlfriend dumped you?”

“Of course I came because my heart’s broken.” Alex’s voice snapped.

“I see your face and I want to wipe it clean. You parade around, boasting about your power, picking at the king’s rule. You deserve to be slapped!”

“The king told me I could kill you whenever I wanted. So what?” Alex shoved his boot into Logan’s chest. “Don’t you like being hit? I can end you right now and walk away.”

“No—no!” Logan screamed, small and raw in the dirt—once a superhuman fighter, now a gasping child. “Hit me if it helps you sleep,” he rasped. “But one thing before you finish.”

Alex stopped, expression unreadable. “What?”

Logan forced a breath, voice flat and shockingly steady.

His smile was a grim, crooked thing against the blood on his lip. He spat, nodded once—an absurd, desperate offer flung like a lifeline into the wreckage of his pride.