The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 504

“Oh—yes, the VÖXEN Seraphine hiding under first-generation camouflage,” Alex said with a bright, almost playful smile. “I called the previous owner to clear up the mystery.”

“And…?” Renata leaned closer.

“Turns out,” Alex said, trying not to laugh, “the man was obsessed with the VÖXEN Seraphine. Absolute dream car. But his wife hated the idea—said it was a waste of money, that he should buy her gold or jewelry instead of some overpriced machine.”

“But he wanted it so badly that he bought it behind her back. He knew she’d explode if she found out how much he spent. So he activated the camouflage mode and disguised it as a first-generation VÖXEN. His wife never suspected a thing.”

“And…?” Sofina pushed.

“One day they got into a huge fight. His wife, furious, sold the ‘first-generation VÖXEN’ for a dirt-cheap price. And I happened to be the one who bought it for eighty thousand.”

“Damn,” Renata muttered. “You’re insanely lucky.”

“Alex,” Sofina said, worried, “this VÖXEN Seraphine is worth ten million dollars. We have to return it to him.”

“I tried,” Alex replied casually. “But he told me to keep it. His wife is still angry. If she finds out he bought the real Seraphine, he might actually die. So I’m helping him by holding onto the car.”

Sofina stared at him, speechless.

Alex shrugged lightly. “Can we just say, ‘Thank you, True Source, for this blessed stroke of luck’?”

“True Source?” Renata lifted a brow.

“Well—the Almighty up there, the Creator who created all of us,” Alex explained.

Renata burst into laughter. “You’re hilarious. We appeared from a random cosmic big bang. No one created us. Humans are the top species—there’s no creator watching us.”

Sofina looked at Alex, her voice soft. “You’re a romantic. I’ll ask you more about that later.”

“Oh please, stop with all that imagination,” Renata groaned. “Sofina, just keep the VÖXEN Seraphine. If you don’t want it, give it to me instead. Or sell it to me—I’ll pay eighty thousand dollars. You’ll still make a profit.”

Sofina’s eyes went wide. “No. It’s Alex’s car.”

She grabbed Renata’s arm, steering her forward. “Now come on—we’re here for the reunion.”

Alex looked at Renata, then at Sofina, and the two women walked inside.

He let out a quiet sigh.

These people didn’t believe in the True Source, the Creator, the Almighty—anything beyond themselves.

To them, faith was foolish, childish, nothing more than worshipping illusions born from human imagination.

This was Prussia: you were your own god, your own origin, your own destiny.

The world didn’t come from anyone—it “just appeared.”

Alex walked to his car, grabbed the gift box he had prepared for the reunion, and thought to himself, Maybe one day… I’ll be the first spiritual leader this place has ever seen.

Inside the hall, several banquet tables were already arranged.

Floating 3D banners shimmered above the small stage, celebrating the class reunion.

According to tradition, everyone placed a gift on the long table—those gifts would be auctioned later, and the money used to fund the next reunion.

Renata walked up and set down her gift box.

Sofina followed, placing a small box on the table.

Then she turned to Alex.

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