The Ultimate Dominance

Chapter 6

The room was a chaos of disbelief. Ezekiel Hart’s lifeless body lay sprawled across the chaise, blood trickling from his lips. Margaret’s scream cut through the tense air, sharp and raw.

“You! You cursed him! Cain! You’ll pay for this!” Her fingers dug into his collar, shaking him violently, fury radiating from every pore.

Cain’s expression remained calm, almost amused, as though he were observing ants squabbling over crumbs. The guards froze for a moment, unsure how to react to a man being shaken by the heiress of the Hart family.

Then the hall split in another Chaos. A man with greying hairs walked in.

Doctor Rhodes, the most powerful doctor in the continent. He was friends with Ezekiel and everyone had been expecting him but he never came.

He walked right into the commotion, gazes shifted with reverence immediately recognizing the old man and his subordinates.

He moved to Mr. Hart's body, felt his pulse and shook his head painfully.

"Seems I came too late, friend."

The whole erupted into a yell of grief, while Doctor Selwyn snickered under his breath with chest puffing with pride.

Dr. Selwyn Hart let out a low, contemptuous chuckle. “Ah, this is exactly what I expected. A street rat meddling where he has no business. You could never hope to understand or manage a man of his… stature. Trying to impress those far above your station—futile!”

Aria Hart stood frozen, drenched in grief, her hands trembling at her sides. Her eyes darted between Ezekiel’s prone form and Cain, disbelief etched into every line of her face.

Margaret’s grip on Cain’s neck tightened. “You hear me? Guards! Seize him!”

Servants scrambled. The heavy steps of approaching guards reverberated across the marble floors, the sound echoing like a death knell. Cain, still calm, let Margaret tug and the guards encircled him, his dark eyes scanning the room, unshaken.

Then it happened.

A cough. Harsh, wet, unexpected.

Ezekiel’s body jerked. Blood trickled no longer; instead, the old man’s face regained color, pink returning to his cheeks.

He vomited something, so foul that the nose of everyone in the place shifted almost instantly as the servants quickly cleaned it.

It was a dead frog.

Some people rushed outside to throw up.

Within seconds, he sat upright, calm as if nothing had ever happened. His breathing was steady, his eyes clear.

The room froze. Silence slammed into the space like a tidal wave.

Margaret’s hands faltered on Cain’s collar. “Wha… what—how?”

Dr. Selwyn stepped back, jaw slack, muttering, “This… this isn’t possible…”

Aria’s knees almost buckled as she rushed forward, placing a trembling hand on Ezekiel’s arm. “Father?” Her voice wavered between relief and shock. “You… you’re alive?”

Doctor Rhodes' eyes parted with shock.

This technique, it's the resurrection technique thought to have gone extinct.

A sudden wave of shock ran through the hall and embarrassments burned into the vines of everyone that had mocked Cain and doctor Selwyn could barely breathe.

Ezekiel smiled faintly, nodding once. “Alive as ever, my dear.”

The once smug Dr. Selwyn stumbled toward the door, muttering excuses, trying to escape the humiliation, but every step made him look smaller, more pathetic. His authority, once unquestioned, had evaporated in the presence of Cain’s composure and foresight.

Margaret's eyes blazed, a mixture of fury and confusion. She had called guards, had threatened, had mocked—and yet here she was, staring at Cain, unable to grasp what had just unfolded.

She clenched her fists, anger so thick it made her tremble, but her rage could no longer touch Cain. He had dismantled her pride without lifting a finger.

The servants and advisors were left speechless. Whispers of awe and terror rippled through the room, shadows of uncertainty stretching across every face. No one dared speak, lest Cain’s calm attention shift to them.

Aria turned her gaze to Cain, the shock in her eyes slowly morphing into something else: curiosity.

"Who is he!" The questions ran through her mind multiple times.

The quiet, intense curiosity of someone witnessing a puzzle far beyond her understanding. “How… how did you—” she started, but words faltered. She didn’t need to finish. Her mind raced, trying to reconcile the man she had dismissed moments ago with the figure now standing before her, untouched by panic.

Cain remained calm amidst their confusion like a God.

He turned slightly, the guards loosening their grip instinctively, sensing that their task had become irrelevant. He glanced at Margaret, whose hands were now trembling with impotent fury, and Dr. Selwyn, whose smugness had curdled into disbelief.

Cain’s voice was calm, deliberate, and measured. “Your father’s condition… was never as it seemed. The sickness you feared—traces from the past, a shadow long buried. You should get him enough water, he needs it."

The faces in the room drained of color, as if each word stripped them of the arrogance and certainty they had carried in moments before.

Margaret’s face twisted in rage and humiliation. Dr. Selwyn’s shoulders slumped, his authority shattered. Even the advisers who had sneered and whispered mockery moments ago now looked at Cain with cautious awe.

Aria took a deep breath, her hands folded in front of her chest. Relief, curiosity, and admiration mingled in her expression. “Cain… I—” She stopped herself, unsure what to say. Words seemed insignificant here. Her eyes, however, spoke volumes. Respect. Interest. Recognition.

Cain tilted his head, eyes scanning the room one last time. No words, no gestures. Just the faint smirk of a man who had dismantled arrogance, exposed ignorance, and left chaos and awe in his wake.

Doctor Selwyn tried to run away but the guards quickly held him.

"I made a mistake, I admit it now!" He cried.

"Make him drink the foul substance!" Aria ordered with a voice dripping with authority.

The guards nodded and forced it into his mouth holding him firmly. He could tell, not even struggle, he only swallowed after which he was let down

He looked like a beaten and battered dog. Aria returned her gaze to where Cain had stood to apologize and thank him but he was already gone.

Her stomach twisted into a knot.

Meanwhile, outside, the cold city air hits Cain, cool and sharp. He pulled out a communicator and tapped a few commands.

“The sickness… it originated from the past,” he muttered to himself. “Trace its source immediately. Send the address. I want to know who thought of bringing it back.”