The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 377

The State of Colombia, under Governor Pablo Falcao, was in a live conference with six other state governors.

"Four new governors in just one year-Vancouver, Los Angeles, Chicago, and Paris... unbelievable," Pablo muttered, his voice thick with contempt.

"They must have been handpicked by the king himself," he added, leaning forward.

"We, the old guard, can't just sit here and let that boy do whatever he wants. If we don't act now, we'll be replaced too."

"We can't let that stupid, brainless king—who spends his days chasing women— lead this country into ruin!"

One of the governors raised an eyebrow. "Pablo, don't you think the new king is better than the old one?"

"He's too young to be our king-and far too foolish!" Pablo snapped.

His palm slammed against the table with a crack that echoed through the call. "If he stops us from making weapons, where the hell will our profits come from?"

"Oh, come on, Pablo. We're the weakest country out there. Any weapon we make means nothing to the others."

"Honestly, I think the king made a wise move-shutting down weapon production and focusing on farming," one governor said.

"That's because your Vinland State only has farms!" Pablo roared, his face flushing with anger.

"Can't you see? He's turning this proud nation into a weak, weaponless, coward's land!"

"I'm done with this conversation," the Vinland governor shot back before cutting his camera feed and leaving the meeting.

"Get out, you coward!" Pablo barked after him. Then he glared at the others.

"And what about you? Are you with me or not? Our king is a coward. He's weak and he will lead this country to ruin!"

Pablo began cursing loudly, rallying the others to his side-when something happened.

The five remaining governors saw it first: a man suddenly appeared behind Pablo, landing lightly as if he had dropped from the air.

“So, Pablo,” the man said, voice calm yet deadly, "you want to rebel against your king?"

Pablo's blood turned to ice. He twisted around and his face went pale.

"I heard everything," the man continued, stepping closer.

"And I'll give you one chance. Take one hit from my palm. If you can stand after it, you'll be king."

Alex stood there-King Alexander Leonhart himself.

"What... what are you doing here?" Pablo's voice cracked.

ears everywhere," Alex said

think I don't know who will use it to fan rebellion? Do you take

believed the young king had strength but no

seeing Alex here-knowing he had set a trap and

to kill

replied. "I'm giving you the chance to take my place, under the old

powerful in the country can be king. I defeated the old king with my power. If you want

a meter from Pablo. His eyes were cold,

you. Take one of

down Pablo's face. He had wanted rebellion through armies and politics, not a duel of raw power. Still, pride forced him to

of your attacks, I'll

voice like steel. "If

superhuman too. You think you can kill me with

come." Alex's voice was final, like

blur, his palm

thunderclap from the heavens-air shattered, the

wall behind him vanished in an instant, reduced to

wood exploded outward, leaving a gaping hole that opened straight to the

the smoke cleared, the only thing beyond that ragged

five other governors stared in shock, unable to comprehend what

turned his glare on them. "I heard Pablo's nonsense,

five of you-listen well. If

you want my throne, come to your doorstep

chill ran down their spines, their throats tightening as they answered

"Yes, my King."

his voice dropping low, "the entire Falcao family will be erased from

breath, his expression shadowed with something between sorrow and cold resolve.

the others

small spark can burn a leaf... then

the people of Colombia and their military into

kind of war would have left thousands-tens of thousands-dead. Families without fathers. Children

looked them dead

entire Falcao line so no one will start a civil

chosen

the camera feed, his gaze hard as

my words. Rebellion against your king is death—not

to

near has my ears. Ifl hear you slander me again, don't point at me

five governors

my King. Please, forgive us!" they blurted