The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 376

That night, in Vancouver's slum district, Alex sat on the clinic's crumbling front steps, the cold concrete pressing through his coat as he watched the street come alive in its own quiet way.

A line of homeless men and women stretched along the cracked sidewalk, waiting for a simple gift-a steaming bowl of porridge.

Josephine ladled it out with a wide, warm smile, just like she did every day.

The wind cut sharper than usual, icy enough to bite through coats, yet it couldn't wash away the warmth flowing here.

Laughter rose from the line-genuine, unshaken, immune to the cold.

This place had nothing compared to a rich man's banquet.

Here, a day's worth of free porridge cost barely fifty dollars, enough to feed a hundred-sometimes a hundred and fifty-people.

A banquet for the wealthy? Five to ten thousand for the same headcount, and most of it drowned in false smiles.

But here, every smile was real.

Alex felt something shift inside him, a truth pressing against his ribs.

His advisors, his people, always asked: As our king, where will you steer this nation?

His country was the weakest in the world-the poorest by every measure, a place others overlooked or pitied.

Should he turn his nation into a military giant?

Push it into a technological race?

Force every citizen to master martial arts on a national scale?

Alex exhaled slowly, his eyes narrowing.

No. None of that.

At last, he knew exactly what he wanted.

He pulled out his phone, the cold metal heavy in his palm.

This call could mark him as the worst king in the nation's history—and he knew some would never forgive him for it.

"Prime Minister Robert Trudeau," Alex said, his voice steady but edged with steel. "I'm ready to issue my first command since taking the throne."

"Yes, my King," came Robert's calm reply. "I'm listening. What is your order?"

"I want all military spending stopped-immediately. Every cent redirected into building our nation's food production. No citizen should ever go hungry."

"I want farms expanded, food-processing centers built, and a full transport network from the smallest village to the capital so food prices stay within reach."

Silence crackled on the line.

as if he couldn't believe what he'd

abandon its military ambitions...

it all into food

"but without our military

come. Meanwhile, you will actively pursue peace treaties with other nations. And

states, sire. Some depend on income from weapons manufacturing and military

machinery, and cheap public transport instead-tools that

won't like it,"

if they like it. I am their king. It

at a price,

night sky. Stars glimmered cold

am willing

the end, every choice brings both praise

measuring how many like him or hate

to keep moving forward-through any storm,

will be the

Alex's eyes

Every citizen will have food to

rebel against it—including the governors-I'll be knocking

be remembered as

though in his mind the thought

big-many would call t

king a

fool.

future to

Madness.

Utter madness.

people," Alex said quietly, then ended

gazing up at the night sky.

be a good king for this fragile

Josephine came running, breathless, clutching her

need to see this!" she

is it?"

screen in front of

throne just a year ago has finally made his first order. The

eyes sparkled.

"And you know what?"

"What?"

food production! Feeding his

military, not politics-just the people! He's a

hard her teeth flashed in the dim light, spinning in little circles on

there will be no more hunger in this country. Finally-our prayers

happy?"

around-see all the