The Almighty Dominance

"I don't have time for this,” Alex snapped. “Every second I see you, I remember Charles—and it makes me want to break your damn face."

“Wait, wait,” Logan said quickly, blood still trickling from his nose. “It'll take just a second. You'll want to see this."

He slipped a ring off his finger. In a blink, a small picnic table unfolded on the ground-two chairs, a bottle of old wine, two glasses, even a box of ice that hadn't melted.

Alex froze, eyes wide. "What the hell...?"

Logan smiled, proud of the reaction. People always looked stunned when he did this.

"Everything in the world is strange and marvelous to well-open eyes. See? Wine's cold, chairs are ready in second." He wiped his nose, poured the wine with the care of a sommelier, and pushed one glass toward Alex.

Alex stared at the table, then at him. "How did you-" His voice caught between disbelief and curiosity.

Logan chuckled, reading him easily.

‘Men are all the same. Doesn't matter how broken their hearts are. Give them something new to figure out, and they forget the woman who wrecked them.'

Logan gestured to the chair. “Sit. Drink. I'll explain the ring."

Alex sat down, still on edge. Logan spun the ring between his fingers. "This comes from Prussia-the fifth most advanced nation on Earth. The city of technology itself." He handed the ring across the table.

Alex took it, turning it over in his palm. It looked ordinary—plain metal, nothing fancy.

“It's just a ring,” he muttered. "How did you fit all this inside it?”

"It's a spatial storage ring," Logan said. "There's a five-cubic-meter pocket inside it. Big as a small room."

Alex brushed a thumb over the band, feeling nothing special. “Doesn't feel like anything.”

"It won't,” Logan said with a grin. "It's bound to my DNA. Without me, it's just jewelry.”

Alex slid it back across the table. "Show me."

Logan slipped it on. The air shimmered.

The table, chairs, and wine vanished in a blink—gone like smoke in sunlight. Then, with another flick of his wrist, they returned exactly as before.

by pure fascination. “That's.....

out a small plate with steaming

said, setting it on the table. “But inside this ring, time

picked up the food and took a bite.

me more,” Alex said, leaning back in

the ghosts of Charles and Josephine faded from his

this kind of ring came from the Sixth Country-Xia. Land of cultivators. Their top craftsman

storage rings. But it's no simple trinket. Each one's engraved with formulas so complex that only someone with inner force

a sip of wine before continuing. "Later, one of these rings made its way to the Fifth Country

and quantum codes. This," he lifted the ring between two fingers, “is the result. Only the richest in

handed the

amazing,” he said. “But

you a Prussian spy,

or Xia would waste time

thing people want from us is our cheap minerals. Nobody gives a damn about

smirked. “Then explain it. How'd

face hardened. The man across from him was Kingswell—the king's eyes and iron fist—and every sentence Logan spoke could be turned into

he went quiet, watching, lips tight, as if he'd decided to say nothing

ring back across

get down to business,"

than enough charges to be executed. Greed for the throne, illicit pacts with other states, stirring

thin. "I'm loyal to the

know each

and I'll tell the king to wipe your slate clean. You live. You

his

Alex said bluntly.

a laugh that

unease. "Prussian?

heard kingswells are

Prussia, Xia but all

bet none of you can

cut in. “Immigrants drift through Prussia and Xia with no hope. If someone from

"Alex, for most people, getting Prussian