King of War's Dominance

PROLOGUE

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

In the distance, the final explosion shattered the night sky.

Its echo lingered like the toll of a death bell, marking the end of the war.

The flames slowly faded, leaving only glowing embers among the wreckage of burnt armored vehicles.

That night, the sky was red as blood.

The smoke of gunpowder veiled the moon, and the metallic scent of fresh blood filled the air.

Amid thousands of fallen soldiers, a man stood tall.

His uniform was torn, his shoulder bleeding, yet his gaze remained cold and unshaken.

He was Thom Haye.

The man who had conquered three thousand war fronts in just three years.

The man his troops called with both respect and fear, the King of War.

"Your Excellency, King Haye!"

A young soldier ran in haste through the ruins of burning tanks.

"The enemy has surrendered, King! They’ve raised the white flag!"

Thom didn’t answer. He only stared at the valley still blazing with fire.

Then slowly, he thrust his sword into the ground.

For three years, Thom Haye had trained endlessly.

Every wound on his body, every drop of sweat, was a way to vent his rage and his vengeance for the death of his mother and young sister.

Three years ago, both of them were massacred in their own home.

That tragedy turned Thom, who had just gotten married, into an orphan overnight.

He should have been happy after his wedding, enjoying a honeymoon and living like any normal man.

But the loss of his family left nothing inside him except vengeance.

He turned all his grief and fury into battle, letting the flames of hatred consume his soul and forge him into an unstoppable force in war.

To this day, there was no army, no faction, no nation that dared to challenge him.

Because Thom Haye had never lost!

Thom stood at the peak of the world.

No one dared to defy him.

No one could bring him down.

Thom knew that war in this world would never truly end.

The world would always give birth to violence, hatred, and betrayal.

But not for him.

He wanted to be human again.

He wanted to protect the people he loved.

To give justice to those who had caused pain.

He wanted to live as a good husband and father.

In his heart, he swore to avenge every wound from his past, but also to protect the only reason he still lived—his little family.

He looked up at the sky and whispered softly,

“My wife… my daughter...I’m home.”

A military helicopter slowly landed behind him.

The national flag waved on its side, yet Thom didn’t turn around.

He simply walked away, leaving behind the battlefield that had witnessed his rise.

He no longer walked as a soldier.

Nor as a general.

But as the King of War himself.

A long red carpet stretched toward the helicopter, and on both sides, every soldier stood in salute.

“Mission complete. Safe journey, King of War!”