The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 712

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The medal stayed warm in Alex’s hand long after he left the Hall.

On the walk back he turned it over, wanting a closer look. Instead the knowledge hit him all at once, the way a forgotten name suddenly returns complete.

It was Legendary work. Not praise—just fact. Only something like the guardian could still make a thing like this. What it did was simple to say. Living with it would not be.

It could take a beast’s own skill, understand it completely, and make that skill his to give away.

Three rules. No exceptions.

He had to see the skill used with his own eyes, by the beast that owned it.

He had to touch that beast—skin, fur, or hide—while the memory was still fresh.

And the time between seeing and touching could not stretch past most of an hour, or the impression faded and the skill failed to copy.

Teaching the skill to another beast cost something separate. Strength, spent according to how strong the skill was. And only onto a beast built to receive it. Not people.

He stood in the street and only then thought to check what was already inside the medal.

Something was there.

One entry. Faint at the edges, like an old photograph left too long in the sun—but still clear.

Skill: Sovereign’s Tongue.

Level: Unrated. Beyond normal ranking.

A voice-bound authority skill. It worked across species without translation, without consent, and without resistance from anything weaker than the will behind it. No living record of its natural use existed outside this one.

Status: No Target Set.

Alex read it twice. His pulse did not slow between readings.

He had not watched anyone use a skill. He had not touched anyone on purpose either—except the guardian had pressed the medal into his open palm while speaking in the voice it had spent a thousand years learning to wear like a man’s.

Both conditions met in the same five seconds. Neither of them intentional.

He had walked out of that room carrying a fingerprint of power taken from the oldest, strongest thing he was ever likely to stand in front of—and he had not even known there was anything to steal.

Alex tried to understand what the medal really meant.

He had already learned one thing from it: how to take a beast’s skill, keep it, and later give it away. The skill sat inside the medal like a stored memory. He could collect them. He could teach them.

One thousand. Only when the medal held a thousand skills would the path to the empire country open.

Alex stood still for a long moment and decided.

This would be his last resort.

He would look for every other way first. He would search, fight, trade, or invent whatever path he could find that did not depend on filling the medal to the brim. But having a final option was not wrong. A man who refused every last door only trapped himself.

He put it back in his pocket and returned.

The hound was waiting at the shop door, tail already wagging before Alex reached the step. He crouched down out of habit—and the entry for Sovereign’s Tongue stirred awake in the back of his mind, testing the air like a compass finding north.

Status: Can Be Taught.

Just from proximity. No contact needed for that part. Only for the taking.

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