The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 681

One month ago, Alex stood before Zhuge Liang.

“I’ve secured our connection with Estoria. The rest is yours to manage. Let’s make sure both countries grow together.”

Zhuge Liang bowed, robes whispering against the polished floor. “Your Majesty. Your command will be done.”

“Good. I’m entering the training realm to raise my cultivation. Keep everything running smoothly in my absence.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Another precise bow.

Alex turned and walked away. The words were a lie. He had never intended to set foot in the Wudang dimensional realm.

Mid-flight, he summoned the Voxen Lucifer. The craft dropped out of stealth beside him, its matte-black hull drinking the light, engines already spooling with a low, predatory hum.

“Been a while, buddy,” Alex muttered. “Let’s move.”

The hatch unsealed with a pressurized hiss. He vaulted inside. The seat molded around him as the canopy sealed.

“Prussia. Full burn. Now.”

The Voxen Lucifer punched forward. The world outside blurred into streaks of cloud and sky. Inside the cockpit, a cool ripple passed over Alex’s skin. The false features of Bai Xiaochun dissolved like mist under sunlight, revealing the sharper lines of his true face.

He flexed his jaw once, feeling the weight of his own bones settle back into place.

Hours later, Prussian airspace lit up on the threat board. The defense grid swept the approaching craft, registered the royal signature embedded in the Voxen Lucifer’s core, and stood down without a single query.

The grid parted. The craft slipped through.

Only after they crossed the boundary did Alex’s original Gaia band ignite. It reached out like a starved thing and locked onto the Mother Gaia core buried deep beneath Prussian soil. Every dormant channel flared open at once, flooding his neural feed with clean, encrypted data.

“Welcome home, Master Alexander,” Gaia said.

Alex didn’t waste breath on pleasantries. “Link me to Eve.”

The connection formed instantly. A translucent screen unfolded in the air before him.

Eve’s face materialized on the display, the familiar silver egg robot. “Master,” she said urgently, “Mistress Sofina is in immediate danger.”

“What happened?”

“They are forcing her to marry Ragnar Eisenwall. If she refuses, they will declare civil war and destroy Prussia.”

Alex’s mind cut through the variables like a blade. The Xia warship and the Estoria warship were still weeks from combat readiness. A premature civil war would gut everything they had built.

“Gaia,” he called. “I have created another mother AI like you in Xia and on Estoria. I want them all linked into one unified system to serve the three countries and continents. What do you need to ensure its stability?”

“High-altitude satellite relay,” Gaia answered without hesitation. “Three-node synchronization requires orbital bandwidth and quantum encryption keys that cannot be routed through surface infrastructure without detection or lag.”

“How long?”

Gaia’s voice remained level, precise. “Satellite fabrication begins immediately. Core assembly and systems checks will require two weeks. Launch clearance through Prussian atmospheric security protocols will add further delay. Full calibration and encryption alignment across the Xia and Prussian Gaia nodes will then demand an additional month and two weeks for stable multi-node synchronization.”

Alex’s jaw tightened. “One month total. Not a day more. Whatever it takes.”

“Yes,” Gaia replied. “But I will require your direct input for final authorization codes and real-time neural calibration.”

“Fine,” Alex said. “Let’s get it done.”

***

Back to now, Sofina stood at the altar in a gown that felt like a shroud, silent tears cutting tracks down her face.

Ragnar had just taken his place beside her.

The priest lifted his hands, and the vast chamber fell into expectant silence.

Hundreds of eyes watched the moment that would crown a new king and queen.

The priest’s voice rang clear and formal. “If any person here present knows just cause why this man and this woman should not be joined in marriage, speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

He scanned the crowd. “I ask once.” A measured pause. “I ask twice.”

Before the third call could leave his lips, the massive double doors at the back of the hall slammed open with a crack like thunder. A single voice, deep and unflinching, rolled down the aisle.

“I object!”

The gasp that tore through the assembly was almost violent. Heads snapped around.

No one had ever dared challenge a royal wedding at the final moment—least of all the union of the future queen and king.

Sofina’s tear-filled eyes lifted. Her breath stopped.

Alexander strode forward. He did not slow until he stood before the altar, gaze locked on the priest, then on Ragnar, then finally on her.

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