An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2607

Chapter 2607

At the port, the helicopter hovered in place.

Tristan and Milton looked down at the massive sea of zombies below, both silently shaken.

It had only been a little over twelve hours since the outbreak began, yet more than ten thousand people had already been infected and turned into zombies.

Thankfully, Tristan had acted fast and evacuated civilians from the area early on. If he hadn’t, the corpse poison would’ve spread uncontrollably by now.

But even with that quick response, tens of thousands of undead, immune to bullets and fire, were still a major problem.

Tristan had already ordered multiple rounds of bombing with planes, artillery, and other heavy weapons.

Most of the port was destroyed—but the zombies remained.

Now, all he could do was keep the horde contained as best he could.

“Your Highness, nearly all the zombies in Wugang City have been rounded up and brought here. Our teams are still hunting down the few stragglers, but it shouldn’t impact the overall plan,” Milton reported through his headset.

“Good,” Tristan nodded. “Now we just wait for that peerless master to show up.”

With the zombie horde gathered in one location, all that was left was for the mysterious powerhouse to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Milton hesitated, then asked, “But, my Lord, what if that expert doesn’t show?”

“Grace wouldn’t send false information,” Tristan said, shaking his head.

“I understand, but we should be prepared for the worst,” Milton said seriously. “We’ve been using human lives to bait and gather these zombies. If anything goes wrong, the consequences will be catastrophic.”

Putting the fate of the city in the hands of an unknown outsider was risky—maybe too risky.

“You’re not wrong,” Tristan said quietly. “I do have a backup plan, but using it would come at a heavy cost. I won’t resort to it unless I absolutely have to.”

“Understood. As long as Your Highness is thinking ahead,” Milton said, satisfied.

A true leader remains calm and composed when it matters most.

“Oh, right—what’s the situation in Linche and Liyanche?” Tristan asked.

Milton answered immediately. “Linche is a mess. When the zombie army attacked, the Second Prince didn’t retreat or regroup—he charged in with troops. The result? Over a thousand soldiers were wiped out, and civilians were caught in the chaos. Now, the number of infected is growing fast. It’s already several times higher than here.”

“Matthias, still so arrogant,” Tristan said, shaking his head with a cold smile. “He thinks brute force can solve everything. Doesn’t know how to pick his battles. He’s harming everyone—including himself.”

Honestly, the more out of control Linche became, the better it was for Tristan.

If the situation there got so bad that a total purge became necessary, then Matthias would be finished. No chance of taking the throne after that.

Even with political allies, it wouldn’t matter.

Who would support a prince whose pride destroyed a city?

The people wouldn’t. The nobles wouldn’t. Not even the Emperor would.

Tristan quietly hoped Linche would collapse faster.

Once Matthias was out of the picture, Tristan’s path to the throne would be wide open.

“What about Liyanche City—how’s Nathaniel holding up?” he asked.

“Liyanche’s situation is worse than ours, but better than Linche,” Milton replied. “To be fair, the Third Prince has handled things decently. Liyanche was hit first, so managing to stabilize it at all is impressive.”

“Nathaniel’s always been clever,” Tristan said. “But he only thinks short-term. During the red mist crisis, he hoarded supplies and angered Liyanche’s elites. Now that the corpse poison has broken out, those same people are dragging their feet instead of helping. At this rate, I doubt Nathaniel can hold on much longer.”

Tristan was well-informed.

He had eyes planted around both of his brothers, constantly sending back updates.

“The Second and Third Princes don’t compare to Your Highness,” Milton said, seizing the moment to flatter him. “You’re brave, strategic, and care about the people. No one else is worthy of the crown.”

Tristan laughed. “You always know what to say.”

If his maternal family hadn’t been so weak, there’s no way he’d be undercut by Matthias or Nathaniel.

In brains, tactics, leadership—he had them both beat.

He deserved the throne.

Just then, Milton’s eyes widened. He pointed ahead. “Look, my Lord! That peerless expert is here!”