The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 398

Samuel’s eyes blazed red as he roared, “Die!”

His fist shot forward, a strike so fierce it seemed to tear the world apart.

The garden exploded into chaos. Trees bent and cracked like dry twigs, plants were ripped from the earth, and a storm of dust swirled upward as if a tornado had been born from his rage.

Then—boom.

The thunderous sound shook the ground as Alex calmly raised a single hand.

His palm met Samuel’s earth-shattering punch, and the force vanished like smoke in the wind.

Samuel froze. His strength drained in an instant, leaving him standing there, hollow-eyed, staring at Alex in shock.

The garden fell into a deathly silence. Not a breath, not a whisper—just stunned faces watching the impossible unfold.

No one could believe it. Alex had stopped Samuel Prescott.

Samuel, the grandmaster. Level ninety-nine.

The man whose fists could splinter mountains, whose kicks could carve canyons. Across the nation, there were few—if any—who could take his strike head-on.

And within the Prescott family? No one.

“D… Did he just block it?” Frederick stammered, his eyes stretched wide, his disbelief plain as day.

To him, Samuel wasn’t just strong—he was the peak of human power, the mountain no one could climb.

He had once watched his grandfather reduce a mountain peak to rubble with a single punch.

To imagine anyone—let alone a young doctor—standing unscathed after meeting Samuel’s full force was madness.

“Oh, my God!” the butler gasped, his jaw slack.

The Prescott guards were no better, staring with mouths open.

They had dismissed Alex as just a genius physician—nothing more. Yet here he was, not only alive, but holding his ground against Samuel’s deadliest blow.

“Who… who the hell is this man?” Henry muttered, sweat trickling down his temple.

Only moments ago, he had been certain Alex would be torn apart. Instead, Alex stood firm while his father’s strike had collapsed into nothing.

Even Benjamin recoiled, his body trembling. “No… impossible!”

He shook his head as if denial could change what his eyes had seen. If this young stranger was stronger than his father, then death was already clawing at his throat.

“Father’s strength must’ve burned out. He’s spent from the rampage. That’s the only reason!”

“Yes! That must be it!” Frederick jumped on the excuse, voice loud, desperate.

“Grandfather’s been tearing this mansion apart for minutes. His strength is drained. That’s why Alex could block it.”

The others latched onto the thought like drowning men grabbing driftwood.

Nods spread through the crowd. Yes—Samuel had weakened. Yes—Alex was lucky. Yes—there had to be an explanation.

Samuel himself stood trembling, his gaze locked on Alex. “Who… are you?”

His voice cracked with disbelief. He had poured everything into that strike.

Yet hitting Alex felt like striking the ocean—endless, immovable, swallowing his fury without leaving a trace.

Alex’s voice was steady, calm. “I’m Alex. The man who saved your life. The doctor they brought here.”

Samuel blinked, his bloodshot eyes narrowing. “You… you’re the one who awakened me?”

“I told them to let you rest for an hour,” Alex said, his voice cold, steady. “But someone ignored my words and forced you awake.”

Henry stepped forward quickly. “Father, it wasn’t him. He pulled you out of that coma and ordered everyone not to disturb you. I was with him when you woke up. If anyone’s to blame, it isn’t him.”

Samuel’s eyes swept across the crowd, hard and cutting like steel. “Then who did it?”

“Yeah!” Frederick barked, his voice breaking with fury. “Who woke my grandfather? Whoever it was, you’re dead once I find you!”

He jabbed a finger at one of the nurses. “It must’ve been you!”

The nurse flinched, shaking her head wildly. “No! It wasn’t me—I wasn’t even in the room!”

“Shut up!” Frederick snarled. His hand whipped across her face with a sharp crack.

Samuel studied him with sharp, knowing eyes. “I know who you are.”

Alex tilted his head. “And what do you think you know?”

“You’re Alex,” Samuel said firmly.

“Once the king’s most trusted executive in Kingswell. But you betrayed that trust. You used the power of Kingswell to wipe out the Guise family—for a woman named Sophia.”

Alex gave a small shrug, almost careless. “Seems like everyone knows that story.”

Samuel’s jaw tightened. “You were cast out, stripped of your rank. They called you the ‘God’s Hand,’ the greatest healer of your age. Now they call you nothing. A man disgraced. A man forgotten.”

“You’re right,” Alex replied evenly. “I’m nothing more than a doctor of small clinic now. And you, Governor Samuel, would be wise not to tangle yourself with trouble like me.”

Samuel’s breath trembled in his chest. Then, slowly—he dropped to one knee.

“Thank you,” he said solemnly, bowing his head. “For saving my life… My king.”

Alex’s face froze for a moment. Then he barked out a laugh, sharp and mocking. “You’re joking. I’m just a small-town doctor.”

But Samuel didn’t flinch. “I am a level ninety-nine grandmaster. Few in this country can even stand against me. Yet you caught my full strike as if it were nothing.”

“You’ve already surpassed the hundredth level. In this nation, there is only one who could stand above that threshold. And it is you… my king.”

Alex’s voice dropped, steady and cold. “What are you saying, Samuel?”

“I, Samuel Prescott,” he said, his voice heavy with oath, “swear loyalty to you. From this day, I am your man. Command me, and all that I am is yours.”

Alex took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing.

“Then hear my command, Samuel. I want Kingston destroyed.”

Samuel bowed lower, his voice a vow. “Then Kingston will fall.”

Alex’s eyes narrowed, his tone colder than steel. “Start with Kelly Kingston.”

Samuel didn’t even flinch. His head dipped in obedience, his voice low and certain.

“Then by tomorrow… she’ll draw her last breath.”