The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 577

When the Fatty brothers discovered that Alex had locked himself in cultivation, they made a quiet decision.

They would not disturb him.

They prepared food pills for him every day. They even set aside rare herbs so he could cultivate in peace. Whatever he needed, they supplied it without complaint.

By now, the Fatty brothers had mastered the new recipes for the improved food pills. They could even use the leftovers to refine additional pills on their own. They no longer depended on Alex.

On top of that, they had just won nearly a hundred new servants and a large amount of money. Their days were filled with managing people, counting profits, and securing their new position. They were busy building their own future.

The least they could do for Alex was give him silence and space.

One month passed.

Inside his room, Alex could feel it clearly—his cultivation rising from the First Level of Qi Condensation to the Second.

The energy inside his body grew denser. Sharper. More controlled.

“Ninth Junior Brother,” Eight Fatty said one afternoon, standing at the doorway. “Why don’t you take a break? You’ve been cultivating non-stop for over a month.”

The others nodded behind him, concern written all over their faces.

Alex didn’t even open his eyes. “No. I won’t stop until I know I can survive here.”

He had set a clear goal. At the very least, he had to reach the Fourth Level of Qi Condensation. Only then would he have the bare minimum strength to protect himself.

Time moved on.

Three months passed.

Alex cultivated like a man possessed.

“It’s been three months,” one brother muttered.

“So?”

“So I can’t even commit to a cultivation for three weeks.”

Another nodded gravely. “I once started cultivating seriously.”

“What happened?”

“I remembered snacks exist.”

They all glanced toward Alex’s room as another pulse of Qi throbbed through the walls.

“…He’s built different,” someone whispered.

“No,” Eight Fatty corrected. “He’s built wrong.”

For servants like them, the hardest thing in the world was discipline. Most could cultivate for a day or two before boredom swallowed them whole. The better ones lasted a week. Two weeks at most.

After that, they drifted.

But Alex was different.

He had already pushed past every limit of discipline. He treated cultivation like breathing. Like survival. Three months of nonstop practice did not exhaust him mentally. It barely challenged him.

In his past life, he had endured far worse.

To him, three months was nothing.

Then another two more months passed.

Six months of continuous cultivation.

Eight Fatty and the others were no longer impressed. They were afraid.

They whispered among themselves, worried that Alex might truly be driving himself to death. His body looked leaner, sharper. His presence felt heavier.

“He’s going to collapse one day,” one of them said nervously.

“He hasn’t stopped once.”

And then—

It happened again.

A violent explosion tore through the air.

The sound blasted outward from Alex’s room, shaking the walls and sending a shockwave through the courtyard.

Eight Fatty and the others froze.

They looked up at the same time, eyes wide with shock.

The air itself seemed to tremble.

“Little Junior Brother Ninth has broken through!”

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