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.

eyes and ears everywhere," Alex said

know who will use it to fan

had always believed the young king

he had set a trap and sprung it personally- shattered

to kill me?"

chance to take my

I defeated the old king with my power. If you want

the distance, stopping barely a meter from Pablo. His eyes were cold,

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

wanted rebellion through armies and politics, not a duel of raw

block one of

steel. "If

You think

was final, like the slam of

blur, his palm shot

thunderclap from the heavens-air shattered, the ground

was blasted backward with such force that the wall behind him vanished in an instant, reduced to dust and

outward, leaving a gaping hole that opened straight to the

beyond that ragged hole was open

other governors stared in shock,

his glare on them. "I heard Pablo's nonsense, challenging my authority. So I

five of you-listen

hear that any of you want my throne, come to your doorstep myself... and we'll settle it in an honorable fight. Do you

their spines, their throats tightening as they

"Yes, my King."

dropping low, "the entire Falcao

drew in a deep breath, his expression shadowed with something between sorrow and cold resolve. "Do

King," the others

a leaf... then the tree... then the

of Colombia and

kind of war would have left thousands-tens of thousands-dead.

looked them dead

so no one will

governor will be chosen by the

closer to the camera feed, his gaze hard as

Rebellion against your king is death—not just for you, but for your

tried to

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

five governors nodded

sorry, my King. Please, forgive us!" they blurted

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