The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 446

Alex walked the long gravel drive toward the Rosenheim Mansion, his footsteps echoing against the iron gates that guarded the estate.

Two military-grade androids stepped forward, their movements crisp and synchronized.

“Sir Alex,” one said. “You are advised not to enter this residence.”

Three years ago, those same machines would’ve opened fire the moment they saw him. But time—and skill—had changed everything.

For three long years, Alex had lived like a dog under Rosenheim’s roof—tolerated, watched, and barely human in their eyes.

But while they looked down on him, he worked in silence. Bit by bit, line by line, he slipped into their systems, rewrote their code, and bent the mansion’s sentinels to his will.

Now, the same machines built to protect the Rosenheims could obey him with a single word.

Yet Alex never gave the order. He let them stand there, loyal and silent—pretending nothing had changed.

“Tell me the reason.”

The android tilted its head slightly, sensors whirring as it spoke. “Master Otto issued standing orders three years ago,” it said.

“But after your separation from Miss Katarina, those orders were expanded. Additional android units and security cameras have been installed throughout the estate.”

“Every camera is active and linked to the central station. If you commit any harmful act toward the Rosenheim family, it will be reported instantly.”

“Your citizenship could be canceled permanently. Given your current stance, my recommendation is that you refrain from hostile actions—for your own future’s sake, Master Alex.”

Alex stayed silent for a long moment. The android was right—and he knew it. In Prussia, someone like him, half-Prussian and half-outsider, never truly belonged.

Citizenship was a privilege, not a right. One wrong move, one accusation, and the government could tear it away without a second thought.

That was why Alex had swallowed his pride and stayed silent for three long years, no matter how deep their insults cut or how far they pushed him.

And clearly, the Rosenheims had been ready for this moment all along—waiting for the day he’d come back.

He turned away, his coat flaring slightly in the wind, and lifted off into the sky.

In Estoria, he was a king—untouchable, above the law.

But in Prussia, he was just another name on a list. A “new citizen” under surveillance.

Watched. Judged. Controlled.

When he landed on his penthouse, he moved quickly—through the quiet halls, down a hidden corridor, into an unmarked elevator.

The doors slid shut, and the it sank deep underground.

At the bottom level, a heavy door opened into a cold, humming chamber. The walls glowed faintly blue. A massive machine stood in the center, alive with quiet energy.

Alex stepped up to the console and pressed his hand to the scanner. The screen flickered to life—and three faces appeared in a grid of static and light.

Samuel. Keaton. Logan.

“How’s the report from Estoria?” Alex said. “Let’s start with you, Logan.”

“Your Majesty,” Logan’s voice came through the screen, steady but charged with pride.

“Three years ago, you slipped an entire vault of data through Kingswell. With Bella’s IQ breaking two-fifty, she used it to build a new communications system—something beyond the Prussian quantum links.”

“Faster. Smarter. Untouchable. Within a year, she completed the neutrino channel. Those ghost particles can move through anything—undetectable, unstoppable. Even the Prussian scanners can’t trace them.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “That breakthrough made Prussia blind to our communications. And with your Eden Company quietly diverting their data streams for the past two years, we’ve been siphoning Prussian technology straight into Estoria—piece by piece, byte by byte.”

“Our industries have been copying, improving, and rebuilding everything we can get our hands on,” Logan continued.

“We’re catching up fast. With Bella’s mind leading the way, we’re close to breaking past Prussian tech entirely. Give us a decade, and we’ll have it spread through every citizen.”

“Good,” Alex said. His voice was low, steady. “Samuel, how are things on the ground?”

“Your Majesty,” Samuel replied, his face appearing on the next screen. “You gave us that cultivation method—you said it came from the Xia. We’ve implemented it among both soldiers and civilians. The results are astounding. Health, stamina, mental clarity—all up nearly fivefold.”

Alex’s eyes narrowed. “That’s only the surface level. What I gave you wasn’t the true Xia method. It came from refugees who escaped their homeland and become immigrants on Prussia.”

“They learn that thing from childhood in their schools. What we have is just the foundation. Someday, I’ll visit the Xia’s Country myself and take the full system. Their techniques are too valuable to leave behind.”

Samuel straightened. “Sire, we owe you. Without that cultivation, Estoria wouldn’t be where it is now. I used to think we were advanced—strong even. But compared to Xia, we were blind.”

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