Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 515

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 515

Marlena’s eyes widened slightly. “We spent five hundred million dollars on advertising alone,” she said.

“But the return was massive. With nearly all of Prussia participating, we made no less than twenty billion this round.”

Alex smiled faintly. “So after subtracting advertising costs and the Bluthelm acquisition, we’re still deep in the black.”

“Exactly,” Marlena confirmed. “What about the third competition? If we reopen betting with Phantom, we could earn several more billion.”

Alex shook his head. “Phantom doesn’t have a driver.”

“But you do, sir,” Marlena said carefully. “If you pilot it yourself, that would guarantee a win.”

Alex chuckled. “Tempting. But no. It ends here.”

He straightened, his tone turning cold and final. “We don’t need trouble with Eisenwall. That’s bad for business. Let Phantom lose. Bluthelm and Eden Group should lie low for a while. That works in our favor.”

“As you wish, sir,” Marlena said, lowering her head as Alex turned and walked out.

When Alex returned to the class reunion hall, chaos met him.

Tables lay overturned. Glass shards littered the floor.

Tobias was down.

He lay sprawled on the ground, blood streaking his face.

“Don’t you dare feel proud about that cheating stunt earlier!” Ragnar roared.

He seized Tobias by the collar and hurled him into another table. Wood cracked on impact.

“You think winning the second competition makes you somebody?” Ragnar shouted, contempt dripping from every word.

He slammed his fist into Tobias’s face. “Make sure Phantom doesn’t enter the third competition. Keep it quiet. Keep it buried.”

Ragnar kicked him hard. “When this tournament is over, you’re selling Bluthelm to me. I’ll tear Phantom apart right in front of you, with everyone watching.”

“I will never sell it to you,” Tobias said, spitting blood onto the floor.

Ragnar leaned in and slapped Tobias’s face again and again. “You don’t want to sell? Then wake up. You still owe me twenty million. Pay it today—or refuse—and I’ll make sure your entire family ends up six feet underground.”

Tobias was a low-ranking noble—a disgraced count teetering on the edge of losing his title. Facing the son of Duke Eisenwall, he didn’t dare fight back, even as humiliation crushed him.

He could only bleed.

“Third competition,” Ragnar bellowed. “If Phantom dares to appear, I will kill you. Do you hear me?”

For Ragnar Eisenwall, victory was not optional.

Eisenwall had to win the annual mobile suit tournament—especially this year.

For three straight decades, Eisenwall had dominated the competition. That legacy could not shatter under his watch.

If Phantom won the third competition, Bluthelm would take the overall title.

And Ragnar?

His father would hang him upside down—figuratively, or worse.

Ragnar grabbed Tobias by the collar, his breath hot with panic. “You hear me?”

Tobias stared back, blood sliding down his jaw. “You sound scared.”

“I’m scared of you?” Ragnar snarled. He grabbed a wine bottle. “Why don’t you just die here?”

He swung it straight at Tobias’s head.

That was enough.

Alex had seen all he needed.

He released his aura.

Before the bottle could connect, an invisible force slammed into Ragnar.

He felt it instantly—like a colossal predator locking onto his life.

Pure, animal terror crushed him.

He screamed, lost control of his body, and collapsed hard onto the floor. Fear overwhelmed him, darkening his pants.

The room froze.

No one spoke. No one moved.

Tobias didn’t look back.

He bolted from the reunion hall, heart pounding, and ran straight to Marlena’s room.

He slammed his fist against the door.

Marlena opened it, her expression calm and unreadable. “You’re bleeding,” she said.

Tobias wiped his face with the back of his hand. “Yes.”

“I’ve been beaten, threatened, and nearly killed in the last ten minutes.”

“And?” Marlena asked coolly, stepping aside to let him in.

“A deal,” Tobias said. “I want to make a deal with you.”

Marlena laughed, slow and delighted. “A deal?”

She looked him over—blood, bruises, barely restrained rage. “You show up half-dead and clearly not thinking straight, and now you want to sign a contract?”

Her smile widened. “That’s my favorite kind of client.”

Tobias met her gaze without flinching.

“My father is dead,” he said coldly. “Congratulations to me. I’m now the head of the Bluthelm family. Which means Bluthelm Company is entirely under my control.”

He drew a steady breath. “I’ll sell Bluthelm to Eden Group. Exactly as written. I keep twenty percent.”

Marlena nodded once. “That clause is already in the contract.”

“I’m adding two conditions,” Tobias continued, his voice tightening. “First, you protect my family from Eisenwall. Second, Phantom must win the third competition. I want Ragnar—and the Eisenwall pride—crushed. I’m tired of being looked down on. I want to see him broken.”

Marlena raised an eyebrow. “The first is easy. Lawyers, media pressure, influence. Even the king would hesitate before touching you.”

Her expression hardened. “The second is not. You don’t have a driver. Finding a top-tier pilot this close to the match is nearly impossible. Skilled drivers aren’t something you can simply buy—especially one who already knows Phantom.”

“I don’t care,” Tobias said flatly. “Isn’t Eden Group known for making the impossible possible? If you want Bluthelm, Phantom wins the third competition. Make it happen—or tell me now if you can’t.”

Marlena smiled slowly. “Then you came to the right place.”

She tapped her bracelet, and a holographic contract unfolded between them. “Let’s sign the deal.”

She scrolled through the clauses. “I’ve added your conditions. Your family will be protected. And if Phantom takes first place, you sell Bluthelm to Eden Group.”

She tapped again. “To make that happen, Phantom will be transferred to us immediately. Our driver needs time to synchronize with it before the match.”

“Who’s the driver?” Tobias asked.

Her eyes locked onto his. “You will never know.”

“A nameless pilot?” Tobias frowned.

Marlena nodded. “The best ones rarely want to be known.”

Tobias whispered, “Even I won’t know who saved me?”

Her reply was gentle. “Or who damned you.”

In the world of mobile suits, elite pilots were rarer than weapons-grade alloys.

Even if Eden Group managed to recruit a famous driver, there were less than thirty minutes before the competition.

Every mobile suit had its own control logic, its own response curve, its own instincts. Switching drivers at the last minute was nearly impossible.

No sane pilot would accept those conditions.

Tobias knew that.

But the memory of Ragnar’s arrogant face—his mockery, his cruelty, the way he treated him like dirt—burned hotter than reason. The hunger for revenge drowned out every warning.

He wanted to win.

“Deal,” Tobias said. “I’ll deliver Phantom wherever you want.”

Marlena studied him. “You understand what you’re giving up.”

Tobias signed anyway.

“I’m done running.” He turned and walked away without looking back. “I don’t need forever. I just need once. Once in my fucking lifetime—I will not bow or kneel ever again.”

Marlena watched him leave, amused. “You’re lucky you ended up in the right hands,” she said lightly. “Otherwise, you’d have wasted your damn life for nothing.”

Minutes later, Alex entered the room.

Marlena explained everything—fast, precise, no wasted words.

“So, boss,” she concluded, “the only way to acquire Bluthelm is to win the competition.”

She paused, already calculating. “The final round is scheduled as a one-on-one duel to determine first, second, and third place. But if Phantom enters and Eden Group launches another wave of betting and advertising, the organizers may change the rules.”

“Change how?” Alex asked.

Her eyes narrowed. “Duke Eisenwall has controlled this tournament for decades. He’s a power player, and he’ll use any excuse to ensure Alpha wins. Quality checks. Safety concerns. He can justify anything.”

She leaned forward. “They’ll turn it into a free-for-all under the guise of fairness. But the truth is simple—if Phantom wins, it takes first place. So Phantom has to be eliminated first for Alpha to secure victory.”

Alex spoke at last. “What’s the probability they turn the third competition into Phantom versus all nine?”

“One hundred percent,” Marlena said without hesitation.

Then she smiled—sharp and predatory. “But the greatest risk brings the greatest profit. I can launch a one-billion-dollar advertising blitz in the next twenty-five minutes. And if we still win under those conditions, Eden Group won’t just be rich.”

Her smile widened. “We’ll be obscenely rich. Top ten wealth in all of Prussia.”

Alex said nothing.

This was the crossroads.

Push Eden Group into open conflict with Prussia’s duke—or play it safe.

He exhaled slowly.

“Soon I’ll be facing an entire country,” Alex said quietly. “Why would I be afraid of one duke?”

He lifted his gaze, steady and cold. “I’ll drive the Phantom.”

Marlena studied him. “Your odds against nine of them?”

Alex met her eyes without blinking. “Just prep the suit. If they want a free-for-all…”

A faint smile touched his lips. “…then I’ll show them what fear looks like.”

Marlena said nothing, already recalculating. In her mind, the advertising budget doubled—then tripled.