The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 543

Renata walked forward despite the pain burning through her body. Each step sent a sharp ache through her hips, but she didn’t slow down. She stared straight into the eyes of the young man who had tried to rape her.

“Remember my face,” she said coldly. “Remember what you tried to do to me.”

She drove the knife into another man’s stomach.

“This is the karma you earned.”

She moved down the line, stabbing them one by one. Her voice stayed steady, flat, terrifying.

“Remember the price of touching a duke’s daughter.”

“Please—please,” one man sobbed, his voice breaking. “I don’t want to die.”

Renata’s eyes filled with tears, but her hand didn’t shake.

“Neither do I,” she said quietly. “I didn’t want to die either. But you forced your hands on me. You chose this first. I’m only finishing it.”

Another man was stabbed. None of them could move. An invisible pressure wrapped around their bodies, paralyzing them with pure fear—Alex’s unseen force holding every one of them completely still.

“No—please,” one of them cried. “I have a family.”

“So do I,” Renata answered. “I have a father. I have a mother.”

She plunged the knife into another stomach.

“Why can’t we live a decent life,” she whispered, “without hurting others?”

Seventeen men fell, one after another.

Only then did Renata stop.

She dropped to her knees and broke down, sobbing.

Alex released his invisible grip. The seventeen men clutching their bleeding stomachs lay helpless on the ground.

Alex stepped forward.

“All of you,” he roared. “You have ten to thirty minutes to call for help. Make it in time, and you might save your souls. Fail—” his eyes went cold, “—and you can report directly to the Creators for being complete trash.”

No one answered. Some of them, shaking and panicked, activated their bracelets and called for emergency medical support.

One call went through.

Within seconds, a medical drone descended, hovering over a wounded man as scanners lit up his body.

“Stab wound detected,” the drone announced calmly.

“I am accessing the patient’s bracelet records to determine the cause of injury.”

The drone linked to the man’s bracelet.

“Confirmed. You were stabbed by Renata Winter due to attempted assault against the daughter of a duke. Sanction: death.”

“No!” The man screamed.

“You are currently alive,” the drone continued evenly. “Emergency treatment will be administered. Your surviving organs will be preserved for medical redistribution to patients in need.”

The young man’s face drained of all color.

“No… please—no! I’m still alive! Please, help me!” he screamed.

The drone began its work as the man sobbed in terror.

“You are a common citizen who attempted to harm a noble,” the system replied coldly. “The law is enforced by your own actions.”

Those who had already managed to call emergency services stood frozen in shock. They had been waiting for death.

Waiting for the drones to harvest their organs as payment for what they had done.

Some of the young men clutched their torn stomachs and staggered away from the scene.

A few barely made it several steps before their legs gave out and they collapsed onto the road, bleeding and gasping.

One of the medical drones peeled away from the group and floated toward Renata.

“We will take care of you, Lady Renata,” it said in a calm, professional tone. “We will take care of you, Lady Renata. Please remain at ease.”

“Alex…” Renata whispered, suddenly remembering how he had shielded her.

No answer.

She turned her head sharply, pain tearing through her body.

“He was here,” she said, breath shaking. “He was right here.”

The drone paused, then replied, “No registered guardian detected.”

Renata laughed once, bitter and cracked.

“Of course he’s gone,” she murmured. “He always leaves after saving me.”

Her lips trembled despite her effort to stay composed.

“So he saved me again,” she whispered.

Then anger flared through the tears.

“And I didn’t even get to thank him.”

Then she cursed loudly as the ambulance finally glided to a stop beside her.

“Damn it!” Renata snapped. “I just walked out of the hospital, and now I’m being dragged right back in. And if Gerhard dares to show his face, I swear I’ll kill that bastard.”

With a deep stab wound on her ass and several fractured bones, she was forced to remain hospitalized for days, barely able to move, sleeping through waves of pain and medication.

The assault on Renata by a group of young men quickly became headline news across local Winchester channels. The story spread fast—violent, scandalous, impossible to ignore.

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