Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 518

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 518

“No—no!” the commentator screamed, his voice cracking over the broadcast.

“Please, don’t shoot Alpha! I put my family’s emergency savings on this bet. Please—don’t do it!”

Across the stadium, and across all of Prussia, people were drenched in sweat.

“Please don’t shoot Alpha.”
“Please let Alpha win.”
“Please…”

For one desperate heartbeat, the entire nation prayed for a miracle.

Then Phantom pulled the trigger.

The weapon flashed.

Alpha’s mobile suit vanished in a violent eruption of light and twisted steel.

What remained slammed into the arena floor, burning and shattered, while the pilot—sealed inside the emergency escape system—was violently ejected clear of the wreckage.

In that instant, all of Prussia understood the truth.

Miracles were not coming.

Phantom released the weapon. It clattered uselessly onto the arena floor.

Without haste, without pride, Phantom turned and walked back the way it had entered—slow, calm, untouched by the chaos behind it.

It was as if he had entered the stadium not to fight, but to pass judgment—and then leave.

There was no struggle. No clash of equals. He did not lower himself to wrestle in the same mud as the rest.

This was not combat.

It was authority.

The cold, absolute dignity of a high noble.

The silent, crushing dignity of a king.

The stadium detonated.

Alarms screamed. Screens flared as the automated announcement rolled across every display.

“Phantom of Bluthelm is declared the winner of the third round.”

The words hit like a hammer.

Phantom had become the first overall winner of the 576th Annual Mobile Suit Competition.

“Nooooo!”

The scream rose from the stands as a single, unified howl.

The crowd erupted. Seats were overturned. Bottles flew. Anything within reach was smashed.

Online feeds flooded with rage and despair. Lifelong savings—gone in a single pull of a trigger. Betting tables wiped clean.

All of Prussia realized at once: their money was lost.

Countess Marlena did not scream.

She smiled thinly.

She could already feel the tide rising—lawsuits, accusations, frantic attempts to invalidate the betting.

Calmly, she lifted her communicator and placed a call to the Prussian Legal Association.

“I want every available lawyer in Prussia,” she said coolly. “All of them. The pay will be exceptional. Your task is simple—build a wall. Anyone who tries to invalidate this betting gets stopped.”

She ended the call without waiting for confirmation.

Even if she paid every lawyer in Prussia for a full year, it would cost no more than ten billion. To secure seven hundred billion in winnings, it was nothing.

A bargain.

As reports of alleged cheating flooded government channels, thousands of lawyers were already moving—armed with airtight logic, procedural precision, and raw financial hunger—ready to defend that money down to the last clause and comma.

While the nation burned, Alex slipped out of Phantom unnoticed.

No cameras caught him.

No one followed.

He left the arena quietly and returned to the class reunion, moving through the noise and chaos as if it no longer touched him.

He was going to see Sofina.

“Alex, the arena is on fire,” Sofina said the moment she spotted him, her voice tight with urgency.

“I noticed.”

“People are screaming.”

“Yes.”

“The markets are crashing.”

“…That too.”

Sofina stopped in front of him, staring, genuinely shaken. “How are you still this calm?”

Alex straightened his coat, smoothing an invisible crease.

“When something burns this loudly,” he said quietly, “it means someone just took an enormous amount of money from them.”

He met her eyes.

“A very, very, very large amount.”

Danielle, one of Sofina’s classmates, slowly rose from her seat and fixed her gaze on Belinda. A slow, poisonous smile curled across her lips.

“So, Belinda,” she said lightly, almost sweetly. “About the shit. How would you like it prepared? Chew it raw, or should I ask the chef to cook it spicy for you?”

Belinda’s vision went black.

For a moment, she honestly thought she might die right there.

Damn it.

How did everything go so wrong?

She had never imagined Phantom would win the third competition. Not once. And now—

Her money was gone. Worse, her father’s money was gone too.

She had already given her word to Tobias—to eat shit if Phantom won.

Now what was she supposed to do?

Was she really expected to do it?

No.

That was impossible. Absolutely impossible.

“What does this have to do with you, Danielle?” Belinda snapped, her voice sharp with panic. “I only promised Tobias!”

Danielle laughed softly, cruelly.

“Oh, but Tobias promised me one hundred thousand dollars just to watch you eat it.” She leaned forward slightly, her voice a whisper. “So hurry up, Belinda. For once in your life, try having some integrity.”

Belinda’s legs nearly gave out.

If she did this, she would be finished.

The crowd piled on immediately.

“Hey, Belinda,” someone shouted. “You said it yourself. You lose, you eat it. What—breaking your promise now?”

“That’s right!” another voice yelled. “We’re all waiting for the freak show!”

“Heh.” A man shoved his way through the crowd, holding up a tightly sealed glass bottle. Inside churned a thick, reeking brown sludge, steam fogging the glass.

“Fresh,” he sneered. “Still warm—straight out of my own ass.”

He slammed the bottle onto the table.

People recoiled instinctively, faces twisted in disgust, yet their eyes stayed glued to it.

Someone slapped the table. “Come on, Belinda. Start already! Eat it. I want my cut of that hundred thousand.”

Belinda’s face flushed an ugly mix of red and sickly green. Her voice came out weak, almost pleading.

“We’re all friends,” she said. “Do you really have to humiliate me when I’m already at the bottom?”

“Friends?” Renata laughed, unimpressed. “You started this. They’re just asking you to keep your word. Why do you suddenly sound so bitter?”

She tilted her head, eyes sharp.

“I remember you preaching about promises. About integrity. Or was that only when it suited you?”

Belinda lowered her head.

She knew there was no escape this time.

She swallowed her anger, crushed it down, and spoke in a small, controlled voice. “I’m sorry. I was impulsive. I lost control.”

She took a breath. “This was a promise I made to Tobias. Everyone… I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”

Her fingers clenched.

“And please don’t go after Tobias for the one hundred thousand dollars,” she added quickly. “I’ll pay it myself. I’ll cover the full amount out of my own pocket for all of you.”

The room went silent.

Everyone stared at her in disbelief.

Was this really Belinda?

The arrogant, sharp-tongued, notoriously stingy Belinda?

The woman who treated money like her own flesh—now offering up one hundred thousand dollars without a fight. No one could remember a single time she had willingly let her wallet bleed. She was the undisputed queen of stinginess.

But she had no choice.

If she refused, she would be forced to eat what sat on that table.

That was unthinkable.

If she broke her promise outright, the crowd would turn savage. They had countless ways to humiliate her, to tear her apart piece by piece.

Humility—humiliation—was the only path left.

And it worked.

Someone finally broke the silence.

“Damn,” he said, shaking his head. “Getting Belinda to open her own wallet is harder than pulling teeth.”

He let out a mocking laugh and gestured at the table. “And really, are we going to push it that far? Forcing someone to eat that?” He shook his head. “Enough. Let it end here.”

“Yeah,” another person agreed. “Forget the disgusting stuff. Let’s get back to the reunion. There’s still plenty to enjoy.”

Belinda exhaled quietly, relief washing over her face.

Then she lifted her gaze and looked straight at Sofina.

“The ring on your hand,” Belinda said, her voice turning icy again. “Keep it for now. The lawyers will come for it soon. So take good care of it… while you still can.”

Alex studied her.

A moment ago she had been begging—head bowed, voice trembling. Now, the instant the pressure eased, the claws were back out.

The apology had been a mask. The greed underneath never even blinked.

He exhaled through his nose, almost amused.

“Fine,” he said softly, a faint smile crossing his face. “If that’s how you want to play it.”

He didn’t argue. He didn’t raise his voice. He simply lifted his phone and sent a message to Marlena.

“Do we have a deputy general manager with the last name von Yorck? His daughter is Belinda von Yorck.”

The reply came almost instantly.

“Yes. Hermann von Yorck. What’s the matter, Founder? Any instructions?”

Alex’s smile didn’t change, but his eyes went cold.

“I want a full investigation,” he typed. “Audit everything. Track every transaction. Find out how much he’s stolen from us.”

A pause.

Then the next message—sharp as a drawn blade.

“Recover every cent. Lock the accounts. Freeze whatever needs freezing.”

And then the last line. Short. Final. Merciless.

“Once it’s clean, fire him. Immediately.”

“Understood,” Marlena replied. “On it.”