Mr. Leclerc wanted to stop the Marksman but decided against it. “These fools,” he cried inwardly. “They do not know who they're dealing with. If only they knew they wouldn't dare to challenge him.”But there was nothing Leclerc could do. The challenge had been set. If he butts his head in, he would be dealing with Moses Doberman directly. All Leclerc could do was seat and watch. August started. “We'll let the teachers and parents dish out the challenge. Three challenges. Winner would be determined by who successfully does all three challenges without a hitch.”Moses shrugged. “Fine by me. So what's going to be our first challenge?”A tall man with salt-and-pepper hair stepped forward from the crowd. He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. “If I may,” he began, his voice filled with pride, “I am a dealer in fine art, and I happen to have a painting in my possession—a masterpiece valued at $10 million.”“It's a rare piece, painted by a reclusive artist whose works are sought

Moses turned to face the gathered crowd of parents, schoolteachers, and Principal Armstrong. He spread his arms wide and addressed them loud and clear. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began. “Let me remind you of the terms of our little bet. If I win, all of you—the parents, the teachers, and even Principal Armstrong—will grovel and apologize to me. Thereafter, I will consider funding the school project.” The hall remained still and silent.Everyone remembered the wager, but not many were prepared to grovel before Moses. Principal Armstrong cleared his throat and stepped forward. “Mr. Doberman, if I may. This isn’t necessary. On behalf of everybody here, I sincerely apologize for any offense caused. There’s no need for anyone to grovel.” Moses’s expression darkened, his glare sharp enough to cut stone. He turned his gaze on Armstrong with pure disgust. “Who made you the speaker for everyone here?” Moses snapped, his voice rising. “If you have nothing meaningful to say, then shut

Moses private jet took off from North hills."Have you heard about the Crown of Dominion?" Moses asked Benjamin. Benjamin was seated opposite his father. He shook his head. "I don't know anything about it."Moses activated his Halo phone which displayed a holographic description of the crown. "It's an ancient artifact which is believed to have been forged by the gods," Moses explained. "Forged by the gods?" Benjamin looked bored. "Is this one of those folklore stories?"Moses continued as if he didn't hear him. "According to legend, the crown grants its wielder unmatched charisma and the ability to command absolute loyalty from armies. It can also inspire fear or reverence in anyone who beholds it."Benjamin supported his jaw on his hand. "So it's a myth. What's this got to do with my ascension to kinghood?""Plenty," Moses answered. "This crown is the cheat code to our victory. However, we're not the only ones interested in it."Benjamin raised his eyebrow. "Let me take a wild gue

The next day, Curtis entered the grand hall of the Grand Sovereign Museum, where the legendary Crown of Domination was displayed. A red velvet carpet led directly to the centerpiece of the room: a glass pedestal casing that held the crown. Curtis strode confidently toward the display, his noble companion following closely behind. Several other museum visitors stopped to gawk as Curtis’s guards cleared the path for him. The museum curator, a graybeard man in a tailored suit, stepped forward and gave a polite bow.“Your Highness,” the curator began, gesturing toward the crown, “I've been expecting you. I learned you're here for the crown of domination. Would you like me to give you a brief record of the—”Curtis raised a hand, cutting the man off impatiently. “I don’t need the history lesson. I already know its legacy. Just tell me the terms.”The curator cleared his throat. “As you wish, Your Highness. For a fee of $10 million, you are permitted one attempt to wear the crown. But b

A soft chuckle escaped Elizabeth’s lips. She leaned back on her throne and regarded Benjamin closely.“Very well,” she said. “I will step down.”Curtis’s head snapped toward her, his jaws dropping. “What!” he exclaimed in shock.Elizabeth sighed, rising gracefully from her throne. “This was my decision from the very beginning, Curtis.” She continued. “When you spiraled out of my control, I sought for Moses’s help. I knew Benjamin would return. I chose him.”Curtis’s face twisted into a mask of fury. “You—You planned this all along?” His voice grew louder. “And you expect me to just step aside for some stranger to take the throne?”“He's your brother,” Elizabeth corrected, her tone sharp. “Your mind has been corrupted by the house of Neptune. You're in no position to become king.”“I don’t care!” Curtis bellowed. “I refuse to accept this! You may have chosen Benjamin, but I have half the kingdom’s military backing me! If you think I’m going to sit back and let some outsider take wh