Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 581

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

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

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

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

His little brother would start in the kitchen as the lowest kind of servant. Keep his head down. Swallow the humiliation. Work harder than anyone else. Climb step by step until he earned a numbered position—someone trusted, someone with direct access to the core herbs.

That was the key.

Once he reached that level, he would control the supply.

Then, slowly, carefully, he’d siphon off small portions of rare herbs. Nothing obvious. Nothing reckless. Just enough to stay invisible.

Tiny amounts. On a schedule.

Everything had been meticulously arranged.

Then Alex showed up.

And with one decisive move, he took the ninth position in the kitchen.

That was when everything began to fall apart.

Junwei was still calculating damage control when his office door exploded inward.

Wood splintered across the room.

“Wang Junwei!”

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

“Where do you keep your dirty record books?”

The question cut like a blade.

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

A reflex. Pure instinct.

But it was enough.

Gaia recorded everything.

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

His body had betrayed him.

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

“Get out of my office!” Junwei roared.

He lunged forward, planting himself between Alex and the bookshelf. His sword flashed free in one smooth motion.

He was at the Fifth Level of Qi Condensation.

In the sect, that meant authority. Power.

But Alex had Gaia.

Flaws in Junwei’s stance lit up like cracks in glass.

Weight uneven. Guard too high. Shoulder tight.

Alex lifted his iron wok—

—and brought it down.

The impact thundered through the room.

A crushing force slammed into Junwei’s shoulder and arm from above. Bone snapped. Muscle 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 clattered uselessly beside him.

Alex didn’t even look at him.

“I just want to work 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 them instantly.

Wrong.

Tossed aside.

Next.

Wrong.

Discarded.

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

Books hit the floor one after another.

With every thud, 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 make him 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 through the wood. So faint no normal eye would catch it. But Gaia calculated the depth. The hollow space behind it.

A hidden compartment.

Alex stepped forward and knocked on the panel.

The sound was wrong.

Hollow.

He pulled back his fist and drove it forward.

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

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

He staggered up, one arm hanging uselessly, the other reaching out desperately.

Too slow.

Alex turned and kicked him.

The blow landed square in Junwei’s chest.

He flew backward, smashed through the wooden window frame, and vanished into open air.

For a split second, silence.

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

He kept falling.

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

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

Elder Jun Sik froze.

“Junwei?”

Junwei forced his head up. His voice trembled.

“He… he took my ledger.”

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 as he flew toward the third-floor office.

He landed inside.

The room was empty.

Books lay scattered like debris after a hurricane. Shelves broken. The hidden compartment smashed open.

The ledger was gone.

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

For the first time, panic crept into his eyes.

That ledger could never see daylight.

Bribes. Cover-ups.

Names. Transactions. Secrets powerful enough to destroy more than one life.

He rushed back out, scanning the courtyard below.

At the same time—

Alex was already on the first floor.

“Brother First!” he called sharply. “I need your help.”

First Fatty turned immediately, sensing the urgency.

Alex strode toward the main entrance and raised the book in his hand.

“All brothers, protect me!” he shouted. “I’m going to read this out loud.”

The seven fatties reacted instantly.

They moved as one, their massive bodies forming a solid wall around Alex. Shoulder to shoulder. Unshakable. Their presence alone intimidated most servants.

But today, the courtyard was already filling.

Word had spread fast—the kitchen had stormed the Discipline Department. Servants from every corner gathered, whispering, watching.

Alex opened the ledger.

His voice rang out—clear and cold.

“Third day of last autumn,” he read, cutting through the courtyard. “Wang Junwei accepted one thousand spiritual stones from the Huang Family to bury the case of Huang Jie murdering two servants. Two lives erased. No trial. No punishment. Nine hundred stones delivered to Elder Jun Sik. One hundred divided among the enforcers who helped silence the matter.”

The courtyard exploded.

Gasps turned into furious murmurs. Murmurs into open rage.

Two servants.

Killed.

Sold.

Alex didn’t pause.

“Seventh day of last autumn. A stable worker named Lin Tao lost three fingers in an accident. Instead of compensation, the Discipline Department fined him twenty spiritual stones for ‘damaging sect property.’ Failure to pay resulted in thirty lashes.”

Horror rippled through the crowd.

Alex’s voice grew even colder.

“Eleventh day of last autumn. Xuan Mei was taken to the Discipline Department after injuring the Gu Family’s eldest daughter during sparring. She was detained without formal charges. Forced to serve Elder Jun Sik in his private quarters—in his bed—in exchange for her release.”

The word serve poisoned the air.

Faces hardened. Some went pale. Others trembled with fury.

They had suspected.

They had whispered.

Now it was written. Dated.

Proof.

“How dare you force Xuan Mei to serve you!” someone screamed.

“So it was you! That’s why she disappeared!”

“Did you kill her?!”

Accusations flew like stones.

Everyone knew the Servants’ Discipline Department was rotten.

But knowing meant nothing.

Proof was a weapon.

And now a kitchen servant—someone they once mocked, someone they thought beneath them—stood in the center of the courtyard holding that weapon, reading it line by line.

“You filthy animals!” someone shouted from the back.

“You call that justice?!”

“You’re supposed to protect the sect—not prey on us!”

A servant shoved forward, eyes blazing. “I still haven’t gotten revenge! You extorted ten spiritual stones from me just because I spat on the ground!”

“You locked my sister up for three days because she didn’t bow fast enough!”

“You beat my brother until he couldn’t walk!”

“You took our savings!”

“You destroyed our families!”

“You thieves! Parasites!”

The anger buried under years of fear surged all at once.

And it wasn’t going back down.

Voices collided, overlapping.

And Alex kept reading.

Wang Junwei lay pale and trembling on the ground. Someone spat on him.

Then another.

The crowd had swelled to at least three hundred servants.

If they rushed him now, he would be beaten to death before anyone could intervene.

“Shut up!”

The roar exploded from the main hall.

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

The courtyard fell into tense silence.

All eyes locked on him.

“You bastard!” Alex shouted, pointing straight at him. The ledger was raised high in his other hand. “You extort servants. You torture them. You use them for your own filthy pleasure! Does the sect master know what you’ve been doing? I have your records. I’ll hand this over myself!”

“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 lifted the book for everyone to see.

For a heartbeat, the courtyard held its breath.

Then Elder Jun Sik moved.

His hand flicked.

A thin sword shot from his sleeve like lightning, piercing straight through the ledger and 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, raising his iron wok as a shield.

The collision was brutal.

The wok shattered.

The force tore through Alex’s defense and slammed into his chest like a charging truck. His body flew backward, crashing into several servants before skidding across the ground. He rolled nearly fifty meters before finally stopping.

Pain detonated inside him.

It felt like getting hit by a freight train.

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

Elder Jun Sik approached 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 charged—but Elder Jun Sik waved his hand once.

A surge of qi burst outward.

They were thrown aside like leaves in a storm, bodies slamming into walls and pillars.

“Die.”

His fist came down toward Alex’s head.

Alex couldn’t move.

He could barely breathe.