The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 581

Wang Junwei was in his office that morning when the message came.

His younger brother was in trouble again. Asking for help. As usual.

Junwei didn’t hesitate. He sent twenty men to handle it.

The plan had been in place for years—decades, really.

His little brother would enter the kitchen as a lowly servant. He would keep his head down. Endure the humiliation. Work harder than everyone else. Climb step by step until he became a numbered servant—someone trusted, someone with direct access to the core herbs.

That was the key.

Once he reached that position, he would control the flow.

Then, little by little, he would begin taking small portions of rare herbs. Nothing obvious. Nothing reckless. Just enough to stay invisible.

Small amounts. Regularly.

Everything had been arranged.

Then Alex appeared.

And in a single move, he took the ninth position in the kitchen.

That was when things began to unravel.

Junwei was still thinking about damage control when his office door exploded inward with a violent crash.

The wood splintered.

“Wang Junwei!”

Alex stepped through the wrecked doorway like a storm breaking into a house.

“Where do you keep your dirty record books?”

The question hit like a blade.

For less than half a second—barely a flicker—Junwei’s eyes shifted toward the right side of his bookshelf.

Just a reflex.

Just instinct.

But it was enough.

Gaia recorded it.

The micro-movement. The angle. The tension in his shoulder. The dilation in his pupils.

His body had betrayed him.

Alex didn’t hesitate. He followed the trajectory Gaia projected in his mind and walked straight to the bookshelf.

“Get out of my office!” Junwei roared.

He lunged forward, positioning himself between Alex and the shelf. His sword flashed out of its scabbard in one smooth motion.

He was at the Fifth Level of Qi Condensation.

In the sect, that meant power. Authority.

But Alex had Gaia.

Flaws appeared in Junwei’s stance like cracks in glass.

Weight imbalance. Guard too high. Shoulder tight.

Alex lifted his iron wok.

And brought it down.

The impact thundered through the room.

Junwei felt a crushing force slam into his shoulder and arm from above. Bone snapped. Muscles tore. Pain detonated through his body.

He crashed to the floor.

The wooden boards cracked beneath him.

“Who—who are you?!” Junwei screamed, clutching his shattered shoulder, his sword clattering uselessly beside him.

Alex didn’t even look at him.

“I just want to stay peacefully in the kitchen,” he said calmly.

His hands were already moving, pulling books from the shelf one by one.

He flipped them open. Gaia scanned the contents instantly.

Wrong.

Alex tossed it aside.

Next one.

Wrong.

Thrown away.

“But your little brother keeps harassing me,” Alex continued, voice steady, almost bored. “I had no choice but to protect my place in the kitchen.”

Book after book hit the floor.

With every thud, Wang Junwei’s face grew paler.

Sweat slid down his temple.

“Wait—wait!” Junwei gasped. “If this is about my brother, I’ll stop him. I’ll tell him to quit the kitchen. He won’t bother you again!”

“Too late.”

Alex’s voice was flat.

Gaia highlighted something.

At the back of the lowest shelf—barely visible—a hairline crack traced along the wood. So faint no human eye would notice. But Gaia calculated the depth. The hollow space behind it.

Hidden compartment.

Alex stepped forward and knocked on the panel.

The sound was wrong.

Hollow.

He drew back his fist and smashed it forward.

The wooden cover shattered inward, revealing a small concealed door built into the wall.

“Don’t!” Wang Junwei shouted, panic flooding his voice.

He staggered to his feet, one arm hanging uselessly, the other reaching out desperately.

But he was too slow.

Alex turned and kicked him.

The strike hit Junwei square in the chest.

The kick landed with brutal force.

Wang Junwei flew backward, smashed through the wooden window frame, and disappeared into open air.

For a split second, there was silence.

Then his body crashed onto the tiled roof below. The impact echoed across the courtyard. Tiles shattered. He rolled helplessly, sliding off the edge, slamming onto the next lower rooftop. Wood splintered. Dust rose.

He kept falling.

By the time he hit the ground, he landed hard at the feet of Elder Jun Sik—who had been moments away from striking the seven fatties.

Junwei lay twisted on the stone pavement, blood at the corner of his mouth, one arm hanging uselessly.

Elder Jun Sik froze.

“Junwei?”

Junwei forced his head up. His voice was weak, shaking.

“He… he took my ledger book.”

Elder Jun Sik’s face drained of color.

The fatties were forgotten instantly.

Without another word, he activated his light-body technique and shot upward, robes snapping in the air as he flew back toward the third-floor office.

He landed inside.

The room was empty.

Books were scattered across the floor like debris after a storm. Shelves broken. The hidden compartment smashed open.

The ledger was gone.

“Damn rat… where are you?!” Elder Jun Sik hissed, his voice losing its calm authority.

For the first time, panic crept into his eyes.

There were things in that ledger that could never see daylight. Bribes. Cover-ups. Names. Transactions. Secrets that would destroy more than one life.

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