The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 581

Wang Junwei was in his office that morning when the message came.

His younger brother was in trouble again. Asking for help. As usual.

Junwei didn’t hesitate. He sent twenty men to handle it.

The plan had been in place for years—decades, really.

His little brother would enter the kitchen as a lowly servant. He would keep his head down. Endure the humiliation. Work harder than everyone else. Climb step by step until he became a numbered servant—someone trusted, someone with direct access to the core herbs.

That was the key.

Once he reached that position, he would control the flow.

Then, little by little, he would begin taking small portions of rare herbs. Nothing obvious. Nothing reckless. Just enough to stay invisible.

Small amounts. Regularly.

Everything had been arranged.

Then Alex appeared.

And in a single move, he took the ninth position in the kitchen.

That was when things began to unravel.

Junwei was still thinking about damage control when his office door exploded inward with a violent crash.

The wood splintered.

“Wang Junwei!”

Alex stepped through the wrecked doorway like a storm breaking into a house.

“Where do you keep your dirty record books?”

The question hit like a blade.

For less than half a second—barely a flicker—Junwei’s eyes shifted toward the right side of his bookshelf.

Just a reflex.

Just instinct.

But it was enough.

Gaia recorded it.

The micro-movement. The angle. The tension in his shoulder. The dilation in his pupils.

His body had betrayed him.

Alex didn’t hesitate. He followed the trajectory Gaia projected in his mind and walked straight to the bookshelf.

“Get out of my office!” Junwei roared.

He lunged forward, positioning himself between Alex and the shelf. His sword flashed out of its scabbard in one smooth motion.

He was at the Fifth Level of Qi Condensation.

In the sect, that meant power. Authority.

But Alex had Gaia.

Flaws appeared in Junwei’s stance like cracks in glass.

Weight imbalance. Guard too high. Shoulder tight.

Alex lifted his iron wok.

And brought it down.

The impact thundered through the room.

Junwei felt a crushing force slam into his shoulder and arm from above. Bone snapped. Muscles tore. Pain detonated through his body.

He crashed to the floor.

The wooden boards cracked beneath him.

“Who—who are you?!” Junwei screamed, clutching his shattered shoulder, his sword clattering uselessly beside him.

Alex didn’t even look at him.

“I just want to stay peacefully in the kitchen,” he said calmly.

His hands were already moving, pulling books from the shelf one by one.

He flipped them open. Gaia scanned the contents instantly.

Wrong.

Alex tossed it aside.

Next one.

Wrong.

Thrown away.

“But your little brother keeps harassing me,” Alex continued, voice steady, almost bored. “I had no choice but to protect my place in the kitchen.”

Book after book hit the floor.

With every thud, Wang Junwei’s face grew paler.

Sweat slid down his temple.

“Wait—wait!” Junwei gasped. “If this is about my brother, I’ll stop him. I’ll tell him to quit the kitchen. He won’t bother you again!”

“Too late.”

Alex’s voice was flat.

Gaia highlighted something.

At the back of the lowest shelf—barely visible—a hairline crack traced along the wood. So faint no human eye would notice. But Gaia calculated the depth. The hollow space behind it.

Hidden compartment.

Alex stepped forward and knocked on the panel.

The sound was wrong.

Hollow.

He drew back his fist and smashed it forward.

The wooden cover shattered inward, revealing a small concealed door built into the wall.

“Don’t!” Wang Junwei shouted, panic flooding his voice.

He staggered to his feet, one arm hanging uselessly, the other reaching out desperately.

But he was too slow.

Alex turned and kicked him.

The strike hit Junwei square in the chest.

The kick landed with brutal force.

Wang Junwei flew backward, smashed through the wooden window frame, and disappeared into open air.

For a split second, there was silence.

Then his body crashed onto the tiled roof below. The impact echoed across the courtyard. Tiles shattered. He rolled helplessly, sliding off the edge, slamming onto the next lower rooftop. Wood splintered. Dust rose.

He kept falling.

By the time he hit the ground, he landed hard at the feet of Elder Jun Sik—who had been moments away from striking the seven fatties.

Junwei lay twisted on the stone pavement, blood at the corner of his mouth, one arm hanging uselessly.

Elder Jun Sik froze.

“Junwei?”

Junwei forced his head up. His voice was weak, shaking.

“He… he took my ledger book.”

Elder Jun Sik’s face drained of color.

The fatties were forgotten instantly.

Without another word, he activated his light-body technique and shot upward, robes snapping in the air as he flew back toward the third-floor office.

He landed inside.

The room was empty.

Books were scattered across the floor like debris after a storm. Shelves broken. The hidden compartment smashed open.

The ledger was gone.

“Damn rat… where are you?!” Elder Jun Sik hissed, his voice losing its calm authority.

For the first time, panic crept into his eyes.

There were things in that ledger that could never see daylight. Bribes. Cover-ups. Names. Transactions. Secrets that would destroy more than one life.

“You thieves! You parasites!”

The anger that had been buried under fear for years was rising all at once.

And it wasn’t going back down.

Voices piled on top of each other.

And Alex kept reading.

Wang Junwei lay on the ground, pale and trembling. People began spitting on him. One glob landed on his face. Then another. The crowd had swelled to at least three hundred servants.

If they rushed him at once, he would be beaten to death before anyone could stop it.

“Shut up!”

The roar exploded from inside the main hall.

Elder Jun Sik stepped out slowly, his robes flowing, his face dark with fury.

The courtyard fell into tense silence.

All eyes locked onto him.

“You bastard!” Alex shouted, pointing straight at him. In his other hand, he held the ledger high and open. “You extort servants. You torture them. You use them for your own filthy pleasure! Does the sect know what you’ve been doing? I have your records. I’ll hand this to the sect master!”

“You’re lying!” Elder Jun Sik bellowed, his voice shaking the air.

“How can I lie?” Alex shot back. “The proof is right here!”

He raised the book for everyone to see.

For a split second, the courtyard held its breath.

Then Elder Jun Sik moved.

His hand flicked.

A thin sword shot from his sleeve like a streak of lightning. It pierced straight through the ledger, lifting it into the air. Before anyone could react, a burst of qi ignited.

The book exploded into flames.

Paper turned to ash midair.

The evidence vanished in seconds.

Elder Jun Sik stepped forward, eyes blazing.

“You have nothing.”

He lunged at Alex, palm striking forward with overwhelming force.

Alex reacted instantly, pulling up his iron wok as a shield.

The collision was brutal.

The wok shattered into fragments.

The force blasted through Alex’s defense and slammed into his chest like a charging bull. His body flew backward, crashing into several servants before tumbling across the ground. He rolled nearly fifty meters before finally coming to a stop.

Pain detonated inside him.

It felt like being hit by a truck.

Air wouldn’t come into his lungs. His ribs screamed. Bones in multiple places were broken.

Elder Jun Sik walked toward him slowly.

“Now you die,” he said coldly. “How dare you slander me.”

He raised his fist.

Everyone knew what that meant.

At his level, one strike was enough to crush a skull.

The seven fatties roared and rushed forward, but Elder Jun Sik waved his hand once.

A wave of qi burst outward.

The fatties were thrown aside like leaves in a storm, bodies smashing into walls and pillars.

“Die.”

Elder Jun Sik’s fist came down toward Alex’s head.

Alex couldn’t move.

He could barely breathe.