The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 534

The laser rifle fired.

A blade of white heat ripped through the air and struck the exact spot where Alex had been standing.

The men didn’t slow down. They were certain he was dead. Six figures in sleek black armor, weapons pulsing with high-tech power.

They moved forward, cautious but confident.

Nothing.

No body.

No blood.

Only scorched ground. A tree split open, still smoking. Grass burned to ash.

The air went cold.

“So,” a voice said behind them, calm and clear, “there are six of you.”

The voice came from behind them.

All six men spun around in panic.

Alex stood there—calm, unharmed, already watching them. Close. Too close.

Weapons snapped up instantly, muzzles locking onto his chest.

Then everything stopped.

Their fingers froze on the triggers. Arms locked mid-motion. Muscles screamed but refused to move.

One by one, they felt it.

An invisible force seized their bodies.

Their own guns began to turn—slowly, deliberately—until each barrel pointed directly at its owner’s head.

Fear hit them all at once.

Alex stepped forward, eyes cold, voice steady.

“Let me ask you something,” he said. “Why do you want to kill me?”

His mind flickered to Leonora Silberkreuz. Of course.

This had to be her doing. A setup. Revenge for their last meeting.

Silence.

No one answered.

Alex smiled faintly.

“No one?” he said.

He snapped his fingers.

One man screamed—just once—before his laser rifle fired. The beam burned straight through his skull. His body collapsed forward, crashing into the dirt at the feet of the others.

Alex didn’t flinch.

“Same question,” he said, turning his gaze to the remaining five. “Why did you try to kill me?”

Snap.

Another rifle fired.

Then another.

Bodies dropped one by one, smoke rising from shattered helmets.

Two remained.

The last two were shaking now. One of them broke completely, sobbing as his knees gave out.

“Please!” he cried. “You’re Miss Silberkreuz’s appraisal! That’s who you are! We were ordered to kill you!”

Alex frowned.

“Because I’m Miss Silberkreuz’s appraisal… you tried to kill me?” he said slowly. “That makes no sense. Why?”

“We don’t know!” the man shouted desperately. “We swear! We were just hired! We were told a Miss Silberkreuz appraisal would be here, and that we had to eliminate the target. That’s all we know!”

Alex studied them for a moment.

Then he nodded.

“Alright,” he said. “You can go.”

The pressure vanished.

Both men staggered backward in disbelief.

One turned and ran as fast as he could, disappearing into the garden.

The other hesitated.

Then—stupidly—he raised his gun and aimed it at Alex.

The weapon jerked violently.

The barrel twisted backward.

A split second later, it fired.

His head exploded in a burst of light and heat. The body collapsed without a sound.

Alex touched the bracelet on his wrist.

“Gaia,” he said.

“Yes, Master,” a calm female voice replied.

Gaia—the core intelligence of Eden Group.

The central AI.

The one many called the mother of artificial intelligence itself.

“I planted a tracker on the man who just tried to kill me,” Alex said calmly. “I want eyes and ears on him. Every second.”

“Yes, Master,” Gaia replied without hesitation.

Alex opened his interspace ring.

The bodies vanished one by one—five corpses erased from reality as if they had never existed. No blood. No evidence. The garden returned to silence, clean and untouched.

Five minutes later, the hum of engines broke the stillness.

Leonora Silberkreuz’s flying car descended smoothly and landed near the garden entrance. The door slid open.

She stepped out, flawless and composed.

“I apologize for being late,” she said. “Traffic was unbearable.”

Alex studied her face—the perfect posture, the effortless elegance. Was this woman truly innocent?

Was the daughter of Duke Silberkreuz really not the one who wanted him dead?

He didn’t know.

But he knew one thing.

He could kill her anytime he wanted.

Letting her live—for now—might be more useful. At least until he uncovered who was truly behind the assassination attempt.

They walked together from the garden toward the massive gatehouse of the mansion. The estate loomed ahead, cold stone and iron gates radiating authority.

As they walked, Leonora began her briefing.

“Mr. Saint-Claire,” she said, her tone professional, measured, “the competition for these rare books will be intense. I’ve heard bidders are coming not only from Winchester, but from outside as well. Some have already begun scheming against one another.”

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