The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 500

Sofina squeezed her eyes shut—

but the slap never landed.

Alex’s hand shot out like lightning, catching Ragnar’s wrist mid-air.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Alex said, voice cold enough to freeze stone.

“Do you want to finish this in the race or right here in a fight? I’m open to both. And if we fight… I’m taking this hand of yours.”

“Don’t you dare touch me, you half-slave!” Ragnar roared, trying to yank his arm free.

Alex tightened his grip. “I’d rather not lay hands on a man carrying five sexually transmitted diseases.”

The bones in Ragnar’s wrist ground together. He screamed—high, sharp, almost like a woman shrieking.

Alex could’ve crushed the entire arm without effort.

But Sofina rushed forward. “Alex, don’t hurt him!”

At her voice, Alex released Ragnar instantly.

Ragnar stumbled back, face drained of color, humiliation burning through him.

“You’ll pay for this! I’ll take your arms—and your wife! Just wait!”

He spun and stormed back toward his car.

Sofina turned to Alex, breath unsteady, anger and adrenaline shaking through her.

“Fine. That jerk has gone too far. You have to destroy him.”

Alex’s eyes glinted. “That’s the plan.”

Her resolve hardened.

“I believe in you. I’ll bet every coin I have on you. I’ll call Countess Marlena… even though I don’t know if she’ll actually open the betting.”

“Just call,” Alex said with a wink.

Minutes later, Sofina returned, still stunned.

“Countess Marlena agreed to open the bet.”

And right then, across the massive floating stadium screen, the betting counter flickered to life—numbers glowing bright as the crowd erupted in excitement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Eden Group—your official betting house—proudly announces a sudden special exhibition match,” the announcer boomed across the stadium.

“A friendly showdown between a VÖXEN Series 6 and a VÖXEN Series 1… or whatever that thing is. And yes—betting is now officially open.”

Then his tone shifted into something sharp and dramatic.

“And this isn’t a lighthearted race. The drivers have wagered their arms and their hearts. This is a winner-takes-all match. The loser… will face misery. Even death!”

The entire stadium erupted. Tens of thousands roared with excitement, slapping their wrist-bracelets to open the betting interface.

They had all come for the Mobile Suit Tournament, bringing in massive corporate crowds—and now they were eager to gamble on anything that moved.

People immediately focused on Alex’s car—his old VÖXEN First Series.

Most of them burst out laughing.

“Is this guy insane? He’s racing Ragnar’s VÖXEN Gen-6 with that antique?”

“This is a joke, right? That Gen-1 can’t even compete. What’s he thinking?”

Winchester Stadium was huge—an oval track designed for high-speed mobile units. Once a car synced with the magnetic line, the system mapped the fastest possible path.

After that, everything depended solely on engine power.

Even the dumbest man in Winchester knew that.

“So why the hell is Alex—driving a first-generation VÖXEN—agreeing to race a VÖXEN Gen-6?” one spectator asked.

His friend snorted.

“Simple. Alex is the walking Error—and the dunce of the century. Only a certified idiot would enter a race like this with a Gen-1 VÖXEN.”

The crowd agreed instantly. Bets piled onto Ragnar’s side. The VÖXEN Gen-6 percentage jumped like a rocket.

Ragnar raised both arms, thrilled by the momentum.

“Alright! Everyone, watch closely! The race begins now!”

He slid into his VÖXEN Gen-6, engine rumbling like a beast ready to devour the track.

Alex climbed into his own vehicle and eased up beside him, bumpers aligned.

A massive digital screen lit up in front of them—

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