The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 428

"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.

of anger burned off by pure fascination.

out a small plate

table. “But inside this ring, time stops. Hot stays hot, cold stays cold—forever

up the food and took

me more,” Alex said, leaning back in the

the first time, the ghosts of Charles and

history of this kind of ring came from the Sixth Country-Xia. Land of cultivators.

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


poured himself a sip of wine before continuing. "Later, one of these rings made its way

using machines, algorithms, and quantum codes. This," he lifted the ring

the ring to

his hand, eyes sharp. “Amazing. Truly amazing,” he said. “But I thought these things

you

You think Prussia or

on the planet. The only thing people want from us

explain it. How'd you

and iron fist—and

quiet, watching, lips tight, as

slid the ring

get down to business,"

executed. Greed for the throne, illicit pacts with


Logan snapped, voice thin. "I'm loyal

he was tasting a verdict. "We're not fools, Logan. We know each other's

the king to wipe your slate

battling in his eyes. "Tell me. What

Alex said

let out a laugh that

unease. "Prussian?

heard kingswells are

Prussia, Xia

are just ghosts in those lands. I bet none of you can ever get real citizenship,

in. “Immigrants drift through Prussia and Xia with no hope. If someone from Kingswell actually becomes a Prussian citizen, it gives our side

people, getting Prussian papers

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