The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 376

That night, in Vancouver’s slum district, Alex sat on the clinic’s crumbling front steps, the cold concrete pressing through his coat as he watched the street come alive in its own quiet way.

A line of homeless men and women stretched along the cracked sidewalk, waiting for a simple gift—a steaming bowl of porridge.

Josephine ladled it out with a wide, warm smile, just like she did every day.

The wind cut sharper than usual, icy enough to bite through coats, yet it couldn’t wash away the warmth flowing here.

Laughter rose from the line—genuine, unshaken, immune to the cold.

This place had nothing compared to a rich man’s banquet.

Here, a day’s worth of free porridge cost barely fifty dollars, enough to feed a hundred—sometimes a hundred and fifty—people.

A banquet for the wealthy? Five to ten thousand for the same headcount, and most of it drowned in false smiles.

But here, every smile was real.

Alex felt something shift inside him, a truth pressing against his ribs.

His advisors, his people, always asked: As our king, where will you steer this nation?

His country was the weakest in the world—the poorest by every measure, a place others overlooked or pitied.

Should he turn his nation into a military giant?

Push it into a technological race?

Force every citizen to master martial arts on a national scale?

Alex exhaled slowly, his eyes narrowing.

No. None of that.

At last, he knew exactly what he wanted.

He pulled out his phone, the cold metal heavy in his palm.

This call could mark him as the worst king in the nation’s history—and he knew some would never forgive him for it.

“Prime Minister Robert Trudeau,” Alex said, his voice steady but edged with steel.

“I’m ready to issue my first command since taking the throne.”

“Yes, my King,” came Robert’s calm reply. “I’m listening. What is your order?”

“I want all military spending stopped—immediately. Every cent redirected into building our nation’s food production. No citizen should ever go hungry.”

“I want farms expanded, food-processing centers built, and a full transport network from the smallest village to the capital so food prices stay within reach.”

Silence crackled on the line.

Then, “Pardon me, my King?” Robert’s voice wavered, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.

Did the king really just order the nation to abandon its military ambitions… and turn it into a country of farmers?

“If we stop military expenses for just one year and invest it all into food production,” Alex said firmly, “we can end hunger in our country—forever.”

“Yes, my King,” Robert replied cautiously, “but without our military strength, we’ll be vulnerable. Others may attack us.”

Alex’s gaze hardened. “I became king through my own power. I will handle any threat that dares to come. Meanwhile, you will actively pursue peace treaties with other nations. And under no circumstances will we meddle in foreign conflicts.”

Robert hesitated. “We have thirteen states, sire. Some depend on income from weapons manufacturing and military contracts.”

“Then have them produce farming robots, machinery, and cheap public transport instead—tools that save lives, not take them.”

“The governors won’t like it,” Robert warned.

“I don’t care if they like it. I am their king. It is my approval they should seek, not the other way around.”

“It will come at a price, my King.”

Alex’s eyes lifted to the night sky. Stars glimmered cold and indifferent, offering no answers.

“And I am willing to pay it.”

In the end, every choice brings both praise and resentment.

A man cannot live by measuring how many like him or hate him.

What matters is to keep moving forward—through any storm, under any weight—without ever turning back.

“Then, my King,” Robert said carefully, “I will make the announcement. It will be the nation’s top priority this year, and it will be official. Do I have your approval?”

“Yes, Robert.” Alex’s eyes sharpened.

“And add this—justice will be equal for everyone, rich or poor. Every citizen will have food to eat and work to support their family.”

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