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

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

Pablo had always believed the

Alex here-knowing he had set a

to kill me?" Pablo

the chance to

old king with my power. If you want

a meter from Pablo.

Take one of my strikes yourself. If you survive, the throne

politics, not

of your attacks,

like steel. "If you

laugh. “I'm a superhuman too. You think you can kill me with one hit? You are really

I come." Alex's voice was final, like the slam of

his palm shot

impact was like a thunderclap from

the wall behind him vanished in an instant, reduced to dust

leaving a gaping hole that opened

cleared, the only thing beyond that ragged hole was open air.

five other governors stared in shock, unable to comprehend

heard Pablo's nonsense, challenging my authority. So I

five of you-listen

to your doorstep

chill ran down their spines, their throats tightening as they

"Yes, my King."

low, "the entire Falcao family will

drew in a deep breath, his expression shadowed with something

the

leaf... then

Governor Pablo wanted-rebellion. He would've stirred the people of

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

them dead in the

killed the entire Falcao line so no one will start a

governor will be chosen by

stepped closer to the camera feed, his gaze hard as

against your king is death—not just for you,

tried to ignore

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

governors

are truly sorry, my King. Please, forgive