The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 516

The advertisement detonated across Prussia like an explosion. In just few minutes, the entire nation fell into hysteria. Streets, bars, offices—every conversation circled back to one name.

Phantom.

The news and official advertisements spread rapidly across Prusia: Eden Group formally reopened the betting market—once again—on Phantom.

This time, they didn’t just challenge the system. They insulted it.

Eden Group publicly accepted a bet that Phantom would take first place in the third competition.

If Phantom lost, Eden Group would pay one thousand times the wager.

One thousand times.

Nothing like this had ever happened.

It meant that a fool who placed ten dollars would walk away with ten thousand if Phantom lost. A number so absurd it felt unreal. A promise so outrageous it shattered reason.

People of every age flooded the online betting tables. Old men chasing one last win. Young workers risking their savings. Students, executives—no one held back. Greed smothered every trace of caution.

For Duke Eisenwall, it felt like a slap across the face.

Eden Group wasn’t just confident. They were mocking him—looking down on his product, looking down on his Alpha.

It was a public declaration, screaming to the world that his Alpha was worth nothing in front of Phantom.

Openly. Without restraint.

He slammed his fist onto the table.

“How dare that newborn business group look down on me,” he roared. “I want to see them destroy themselves. Set up a meeting. Now. With the other companies.”

Moments later, his secretary connected a secure video call. Screens lit up one by one, revealing representatives from rival mobile suit manufacturers.

Eisenwall didn’t waste time.

“Listen carefully,” the duke commanded, his voice cold and absolute. “I will force the third competition into a free-for-all. No rules protecting anyone. In return, I want every one of your drivers to target that bluthem’s tin can.”

He leaned forward, eyes burning.

“We destroy that trash first. Only after Phantom is scrap do we fight each other. Agreed?”

One company representative smiled slowly.

“A thousand-times payout,” he said. “I was already placing ten million of my own money. Ten billion in return from Eden Group. Why wouldn’t I agree? This is an easy win.”

Another executive burst out laughing.

“Ten million?” he scoffed. “I’m putting in one hundred million. A hundred billion is waiting for me.”

A third voice cut in, cautious but eager.

“Are you sure Eden Group can actually pay when they lose?”

Someone answered immediately.

“They have countless businesses. And if they can’t pay—then we take their empire piece by piece.”

Duke Eisenwall’s lips curled into a cruel smile.

“I don’t want a single mistake,” he said sharply. “Every weapon you have—every heavy round, every illegal enhancement—I want it all aimed at that tin can. If all of you load your suits to maximum firepower, it will be impossible for Phantom to survive.”

The response was immediate.

“No problem,” one company replied. “We’re not refusing a thousand-times return.”

Laughter echoed through the call.

To them, Phantom was already dead.

“Good,” Duke Eisenwall said coldly. “Proceed.”

Then the tournament officials went live.

Their broadcast cut through every channel.

“Our objective is to determine the strongest mobile suit among the ten finest units ever produced,” the official announced in a firm, ceremonial tone. “Since one mobile suit has chosen to act with arrogance—believing it can defeat all others—we are therefore obligated to bring this competition to its highest possible standard.”

A pause. Deliberate. Heavy.

The official lifted his chin.

“The third competition will be a free-for-all. Ten mobile suits. One arena. No alliances. No protection. The battle continues until only one remains standing.”

Prussia erupted.

Cheers thundered through the cities. Laughter. Applause. Mockery.

Everyone understood what it meant—nine mobile suits against a single Phantom.

A machine that had sat at the bottom of the rankings for decades.

To the public, this wasn’t a competition.

It was guaranteed money.

The commentator spoke quickly, barely containing his excitement.

“Do you realize what this means? Phantom will face nine mobile suits at once. This will never become a one-on-one fight—it will be a nine-on-one execution.”

The second commentator laughed openly.

“I’m curious whether Eden Group will still dare to keep their bet after this.”

Countess Marlena had already seen this coming.

The moment the announcement ended, Eden Group’s next advertisement flooded every screen in Prusia.

It was short. Sharp. Merciless.

“Phantom fears nothing—not even nine mobile suits. Instead, it will teach them all what fear truly is.”

The message was unmistakable.

Eden Group was declaring war on the entire nation.

The rage was immediate. Real. Explosive.

Deep inside a concealed hangar, Alex sat within the Phantom’s cockpit. The machine stood silent, restrained by clamps, waiting.

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