The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 593

Alex stood inside the quiet library of the Medicine Pavilion.

At a wooden table near the entrance sat an elder, deep in meditation. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow and steady, as if the outside world didn’t exist.

Alex walked up to him and spoke respectfully.

“Honorable Elder,” Alex said respectfully, bowing slightly. “I would like to access the second floor using my merit points.

The elder didn’t open his eyes.

“Place your medallion on the table. One day on the second floor costs one thousand merit points. When the points run out, someone will escort you out.”

“Thank you,” Alex said with a slight bow.

He placed his medallion on the table, then turned and walked toward the staircase.

Usually, a faint energy barrier blocked the path to the second floor, refusing him entry no matter how close he got.

But this time, the barrier parted silently.

Alex climbed the stairs.

When he reached the second floor, the difference was immediately clear.

The space was far smaller than the first floor. Instead of endless shelves packed with books, this level held only a few quiet rows.

Alex estimated there were around two thousand books here.

The first floor probably had at least ten thousand.

Only two people were present.

Both were elders.

They sat at separate tables, reading slowly, turning pages with the patience of people who had spent their entire lives around books.

Alex didn’t greet them.

He simply walked to the nearest shelf and picked up the first book.

Then he started reading.

Not carefully.

Not slowly.

He flipped through the pages rapidly, his eyes scanning the text at astonishing speed before placing the book back on the shelf.

Then he grabbed the next one.

And the next.

To anyone watching, it looked absurd.

Like someone pretending to read.

But Alex had a reason.

He didn’t need to memorize everything himself.

Gaia was recording every single page he saw.

Later, when he needed specific information, Gaia could analyze the entire archive instantly.

So Alex continued.

Book after book.

Shelf after shelf.

He didn’t care whether the content was related to medicine, poison, herbs, or ancient theories.

Everything was useful.

Everything was data.

The first day passed quietly.

The two elders occasionally glanced at Alex.

Their brows furrowed when they saw the way he “read.”

Flip.

Scan.

Return.

Repeat.

But neither of them said anything.

They simply went back to their own books.

The second day passed the same way.

Alex moved through the shelves like a storm of turning pages.

By the third day, he had almost finished the entire second floor.

That was when someone new arrived.

Footsteps echoed from the staircase.

A middle-aged man stepped onto the second floor.

He paused the moment he noticed Alex.

From across the room, he watched the strange scene.

Alex grabbed a book.

Flipped through it in seconds.

Returned it.

Then grabbed another.

The man’s eyes narrowed.

He walked closer.

When he finally stood beside Alex, he spoke coldly.

“Young disciple. This is not how one reads.”

“If you came here only to fool around, then you should leave immediately.”

Alex slowly turned his head and looked at him.

“I entered with my merit points,” Alex said evenly.

“So can you stop bothering me and mind your own business?”

Then he turned back to the shelf.

Picked up another book.

And continued reading exactly the same way.

The middle-aged man’s face darkened.

“I am Han Fei,” he said sharply.

His voice carried the weight of authority.

“I have served as the assistant elder of the Pill Creation Pavilion for over twenty years,” Han Fei said coldly. “Show me the respect you owe me.”

Alex kept flipping pages.

Han Fei’s eyes grew colder.

“Out of kindness, I am trying to guide you so you can have a better future,” he continued.

“But you refuse to listen.”

“Now I order you to leave the second floor immediately.”

He pointed at the shelves.

“You are not studying.”

“You are destroying these books.”

“Brother,” Alex said calmly without looking at him, his eyes still moving across the pages of the book in his hands. “I don’t know how you gained access to the second floor. But if you’re using merit points like I am, shouldn’t you spend your time doing what you came here for?”

He flipped another page.

“So stop worrying about how I use my time,” Alex continued evenly. “We’re both paying to be here.”

“You—!”

Han Fei exploded.

“I am doing this for your own good, and you dare reject my guidance?” he barked. “You don’t even show respect! I am your senior. You should bow when you speak to me!”

“And yet you stand there acting arrogant?”

Han Fei pointed toward the staircase.

“Get out from here. Leave the second floor immediately!”

Alex had plenty he could say.

But for someone like this man, arguing felt like a waste of time.

He was almost finished scanning the entire floor anyway.

So Alex simply ignored him.

Completely.

He turned another page.

Han Fei’s anger boiled over.

Being ignored was worse than being insulted.

His hand shot forward.

He tried to grab Alex by the collar.

But Alex shifted his body slightly.

The movement was so natural it almost looked unconscious.

His eyes never even left the book.

Han Fei’s hand closed on empty air.

“You!”

Shock flashed across his face.

Han Fei was a Great Qi Condensation cultivator. He could clearly sense Alex’s cultivation level.

Ninth Qi Condensation.

In theory, someone like Alex should have been easy to control.

Yet every time Han Fei reached out—

Alex moved just enough to evade him.

Once.

Twice.

Five times.

Ten.

No matter how many times he tried to grab Alex’s collar, his hand never landed.

Han Fei’s anger turned into humiliation.

Finally, he stopped trying to grab him.

Instead, he swung his palm toward Alex’s shoulder.

Alex leaned slightly.

Another ten unsuccessful attempts followed.

Han Fei’s frustration boiled over.

His open palm slowly tightened—

until it curled into a clenched fist.

Now he was truly furious.

He threw punch after punch, aiming at Alex’s chest, his shoulder, even his head.

But Alex continued flipping through the book, his body shifting naturally, dodging every blow without even looking.

To anyone watching, it was surreal.

The assistant elder was attacking.

And Alex looked like he was just… reading.

Minutes passed.

Han Fei kept striking the air around Alex, his frustration growing with every miss.

Alex thought eventually the man would get tired and leave.

But suddenly—

Han Fei’s face turned red.

His eyes burned with fury.

He gathered his inner force, Qi surging through his body.

This time, he raised his hand with real power behind it.

A heavy strike meant to crush Alex where he stood.

The moment the killing intent appeared—

Alex reacted instinctively.

His body moved before his mind even caught up.

His fist shot out.

A single punch.

Straight into Han Fei’s face.

THUD.

The impact echoed through the quiet library.

Han Fei’s eyes widened in shock.

He had never expected Alex to strike back.

Alex himself froze.

He hadn’t meant to hit him.

But it had already happened.

Han Fei’s body swayed.

Then he collapsed to the floor.

Unconscious.

Silence filled the second floor.

Alex slowly looked around.

One of the elders at the table had lifted his head and was watching the scene.

Alex quickly spoke.

“I didn’t mean to hit him.”

He pointed at the unconscious Han Fei.

“It was… accidental.”

The elder waved his hand dismissively.

“No need to worry.”

He closed his book calmly.

“I saw everything.”

“He attacked you about fifty times.”

The elder glanced at Han Fei on the floor.

“You only returned one punch.”

He looked back at Alex.

“No one will blame you. But next time, try not to be so generous.”

“Thank you,” Alex said, bowing slightly.

Then he glanced down at Han Fei lying unconscious on the floor.

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