Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 568

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 568

Alex had already run the numbers in his head.

If they rushed him together—him, a nobody with no backing, no allies—he would die.

Not maybe. Not possibly.

One hundred percent.

“You’re the Ninth, right?” Wang Junhao shouted, jabbing a finger straight at him.

Alex instantly put on his most harmless expression. “No. You’ve got the wrong guy. Wrong door.”

“Liar!” Wang Junhao roared. His fists clenched as he glared at Alex like he wanted to rip him apart. “You’re not fat. You’re obviously a newbie!”

“Senior Wang Junhao,” one of the men behind him snapped impatiently, “enough talking. Let’s just kill him.”

“Yeah!”

They surged forward. One of them kicked the door without hesitation. The wooden panel exploded inward, splintering apart in a single strike.

Now Alex could see it clearly—every face twisted with rage. They weren’t bluffing. They were ready to kill him on the spot.

“Pure Snow Sword Maiden Li Qingxue brought me here!” Alex shouted at the top of his lungs, making sure every word rang out. “If you have a problem, take it up with her! If anything happens to me, Li Qingxue will come looking for every single one of you!”

The entire group froze.

“Pure Snow Sword Maiden… Li Qingxue?” Wang Junhao repeated, stunned. “You’re lying, right?”

“Why would I?” Alex shot back. “Ask the fat woman who brought me to the kitchen. Ask her who escorted me!”

The men exchanged uneasy glances.

The one who had kicked the door suddenly bent down, picked up the broken slab, and awkwardly propped it back in place.

He coughed. “Senior… I just remembered I’ve got something to take care of.”

“Yeah. Same here,” another muttered.

One by one, they scattered, disappearing as if they’d never been there.

Soon only Wang Junhao remained.

“I won’t accept this,” he said coldly. “Next week, I ascend from Senior Servant to Core Servant of the kitchen. When that happens, I’ll challenge you to a death duel. Winner takes the Ninth rank. Loser dies.”

“I’ll pass,” Alex replied flatly.

“You—!” Wang Junhao exploded. “Then I’ll kill you right now!”

Alex’s face drained of color.

Before Wang Junhao could strike, a large, slightly chubby hand clamped down on his fist.

“I heard you’ve been making trouble for the Ninth,” a calm but dangerous voice said. “Looking to die?”

“Brother Eight!” Wang Junhao protested. “I worked my way up step by step to become a Core Servant! I won’t let someone use connections to steal my position!”

“Then tell me,” Number Eight said coldly as he seized Wang Junhao’s arms and twisted hard, “do you still think we chose the wrong Ninth?”

Wang Junhao felt like his arms had been locked in molten iron. Pain exploded through him. “I—I’m sorry, Senior! Please forgive me!”

Number Eight released him with a shove. “I’ll let this slide, for the sake of your years in the kitchen. But try something stupid again,” his eyes narrowed, “and I won’t stop at a warning.”

Wang Junhao bowed deeply, face pale as paper, then fled without daring to look back.

Number Eight turned to Alex. “Ninth Fatty,” he said, “you’ve been cultivating for several days. Time to start pulling your weight in the kitchen.”

“A few days?” Alex frowned inwardly. He remembered sitting down to cultivate fire energy—and then everything had blurred. He must have lost track of time.

“So it really has been days…” he murmured.

“That Wang Junhao is trouble,” Number Eight added. “Stay in the kitchen. Don’t give him a chance to get near you.”

“Thank you,” Alex said sincerely, bowing. “But… why is he so desperate to become the Ninth? If it matters that much, couldn’t you just give him my position?”

Number Eight’s lips slowly curved into a knowing smile. His eyes gleamed.

“That,” he said calmly, “is exactly why I brought you here.”

The moment Alex followed Number Eight into the kitchen, chaos erupted.

“Close the gate! Close the doors! Hurry!” someone shouted. “Number Eight and Number Nine are here!”

“Third Fatty, check for spies! Now!”

Alex blinked as everyone sprang into action.

Within moments, the main gate and kitchen doors were sealed tight. The room plunged into darkness, save for a single candle burning in the center. Its flickering flame stretched warped shadows across the walls. Under that dim glow, the fat men looked secretive—almost ominous.

Eight large-bodied fatties gathered around a hidden door that led to the food storage.

“What are you waiting for, Number Ninth?” Number Eight called. “Get over here.”

Alex forced on his most harmless expression and walked over slowly, as if he wouldn’t hurt a fly.

The instant he stepped into their circle, a rich aroma hit him. Warmth surged from his chest through his limbs.

He glanced around. The others wore intoxicated, blissful expressions. His own spirit lifted, energy stirring within him for no clear reason.

Then he saw it.

One of the fatties held a wooden box filled with rare herbs—each one radiating a deep, powerful fragrance.

Alex recognized almost all of them at a glance.

They were genuine.

“This new batch came through our kitchen,” the First Fatty said with a crooked grin. “Supposed to be refined into food pills for three thousand cultivators.”

He paused, letting that sink in. The others exchanged slow, knowing smiles.

He reached into the box, pulled out a five-thousand-year ginseng root, and took a massive bite.

Then he passed it along.

The Second Fatty bit off a chunk and handed it to the Third. Around the circle it went.

By the time it reached Number Eight, more than half was gone. He took a bite, then thrust the remainder toward Alex.

“Your turn, Ninth. Bite.”

Alex hesitated, staring at the precious ginseng in his hand.

He looked around at the eight elder brothers encircling him.

Their smiles faded. Impatience flickered in their eyes.

The First Fatty’s expression darkened—and the rest followed.

Alex understood instantly.

If he refused, he’d make eight lifelong enemies.

He swallowed.

In his wildest dreams, he had never imagined a situation where people would get furious if he refused to eat a priceless medicinal herb.

Yet here he was.

His heart pounded. He gritted his teeth and took a large bite.

The ginseng dissolved the moment it touched his tongue. A powerful heat exploded through him—far stronger than the mere scent had suggested.

Energy surged like wildfire. His face flushed crimson.

“Good,” the First Fatty said, clearly pleased. “The Elder ordered this five-thousand-year ginseng to be used in food pills. But he never specified how much.”

He chuckled. “Now we’ve all taken a bite. From this moment on, we rise or fall together.”

Satisfied, he opened the box again, grabbed another rare herb, bit into it, and tossed it to the next Fatty.

One by one, they ate openly, shamelessly.

Now that Alex had joined them, their smiles turned warm—conspiratorial. As if he truly belonged.

Nearly half the herbs were already gone. The rest would still be refined into pills for three thousand cultivators.

Only then did Alex fully grasp the truth.

Every single one of them was in on it.

“Brother,” Alex said cautiously, watching them chew through another priceless root, “won’t the Elder notice half the ingredients missing?”

The Second Fatty snorted. “Missing? Who said anything about missing?”

“Exactly,” the Third added with a lazy laugh. “It’s all part of the refining process. The pills will still be ready for three thousand cultivators. Relax.”

He waved a hand dismissively. “This tradition’s been passed down for thousands of years.”

Alex let out a quiet chuckle.

So that was why the Ninth position mattered so much.

It wasn’t about status.

It was about access.