The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 668

Alex met his gaze without flinching.

“I stole the original Prussian designs,” he said. “Then I gathered the brightest minds Xia has—many of them from Wudang itself—and we reverse-engineered every component. The drones that now guard these provinces were built here, by Xia’s people, using Xia’s resources. They watch our borders. They help our farmers. Tell me why I should not use tools that protect our people.”

Namgung’s face darkened to a deep, furious red. His knuckles whitened around the hilt of his sword.

“That is evil Prussian technology,” he snarled. “How can you bring it into Xia and call it your own?”

The old master’s qi began to rise again, thick and heavy, pressing down on the ruined courtyard like a coming storm.

Alex took one deliberate step forward. His voice remained calm, clear, and unafraid.

“Old man, if these technologies can help the people of Xia—better harvests, safer lives, food on every table—why shouldn’t I use them for our people’s good?”

Namgung’s mouth opened, then closed. For the first time, no roar came. Only silence.

“That same technology killed thousands of Xia’s people,” he said at last, voice rough. “Our cultivators. Our soldiers. Whole villages gone because of machines that fell from the sky like judgment.”

Alex shook his head once.

“None of the drones we built have ever killed a single person from Xia. They watch. They warn. They help farmers read the weather and soldiers guard the borders. Do not confuse the weapons Prussia once used against us with the systems Wudang and I created together.”

“How dare you stand there and claim your drones have taken no lives?” Namgung’s qi flared again, hot and unstable. “I have heard the stories. Thousands of soldiers and innocent people erased by your machines. Gone without a trace.”

Alex stepped forward once more. He did not raise his voice. He simply claimed the ground between them.

“If you have no proof, old man, do not spread rumors as fact. Name one soldier who died under our drones. Give me a single name. I will bring that man here alive so you can speak with him yourself.”

Namgung Hyuk went utterly still.

He had no name. He had only the stories that had reached him on the wind—whispers of shadow machines that swallowed men whole. Now the man he had come to kill stood before him demanding evidence, offering to produce the supposed dead as living proof. The certainty that had driven him across provinces began to crack.

Namgung forced the words out anyway.

“Second,” he said, though the fire in his tone had cooled. “It is still Prussian technology. What you do here is blasphemy against Xia itself.”

Alex studied the old master for a long moment. Then he took another step, closing the distance until only a few paces separated them.

“Then tell me what Xia truly is,” he said quietly. “If Xia is the Emperor, then Emperor Liu Wei has already placed his seal on the use of these technologies for the protection and prosperity of the people. If Xia is the government, then as Prime Minister I am legally empowered to employ every tool that serves the realm. And if Xia is the people…”

Alex met Namgung’s eyes without blinking.

“Then the people have already been helped. Fields that once flooded now stand safe behind dikes. Families that once starved now eat. Children who once had no future now have land and roofs and hope. That is what these technologies have given Xia.”

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