The Unbeatable Warlord

Chapter 6

The sound was from the television in the room. 

  Vale frowned and turned up the volume.

  The screen displayed live footage from the central plaza of Dawn City.

  Thousands of citizens had gathered.

  They were shouting, waving banners, and chanting in unison.

  Alexander leaned forward slightly.

  “What is this?” Vale murmured.

  The camera zoomed in on handwritten signs:

  “We Want Alexander Leeds!”

  “New Leadership for a New Dawn!”

  “Vale Step Down!”

  The chanting grew louder.

  “Alexander! Alexander! Alexander!”

  Vale’s face drained of color.

  “This is absurd,” he muttered.

  The news anchor’s voice cut through the noise. “Citizens across Dawn City are staging coordinated protests, demanding that Alexander Leeds be appointed as the new ruler, following his decisive actions that restored peace to the city.”

  Vale turned slowly toward Alexander.

  “You arranged this?”

  Alexander’s expression remained neutral. “No.”

  “You expect me to believe this is spontaneous?”

  “I didn’t speak to the press or announce my actions,” Alexander replied calmly.

  The camera showed elderly citizens, young professionals, families holding signs. It wasn’t a small, organized faction.

  It was widespread.

  Vale felt shock!

  He had ruled Dawn City for twelve years. He had navigated crises, passed reforms, delivered speeches during dark times. He had been elected legitimately.

  And now—

  They wanted him replaced.

  “Why?” Vale muttered under his breath. 

  “Why would they want to remove me for someone like you?”

  His eyes burned red with anger.

  Even if they admired Alexander’s abilities, Vale thought bitterly, the most they should hope for was that Alexander serve as his second-in-command—under his leadership. Not replace him!

  The chanting grew louder on screen.

  Crowds surged forward, filling every visible street.

  “This cannot be,” Vale said sharply, trying to steady himself. 

  Just then, the broadcast on the TV cut to interviews.

  “We’ve endured ten years of fear. Vale kept promising improvement. Alexander ended it in one night. We want leadership that acts,” a woman spoke passionately into a microphone.

  Another man shouted, “We don’t want speeches anymore!”

  Vale turned the volume down abruptly.

  The protests did not fade.

  They grew.

  By the fifth day, chants echoed outside the Presidential Palace gates.

  “Let Alexander Lead!”

  “Vale Resign!”

  For an entire month, Dawn City roared with one demand—change.

  Every district, every market square, every university campus echoed with the same unified voice. Citizens who had once hidden behind locked doors now marched boldly through open streets. They carried banners bearing Alexander’s name. They chanted his promises back to the sky.

  On the thirtieth day, an emergency session of the national assembly was convened. 

  Behind closed doors, after hours of debate and mounting pressure from both the public and key officials, the decision was made.

  President Adrian Vale would step down.

  The announcement was delivered at dusk.

  Dawn City erupted in thunderous celebration.

  Alexander Leeds was sworn in as the new ruler the following morning.

  The day of inauguration dawned bright and clear, as though even the sky approved of the change.

  Crowds filled the grand plaza before the Presidential Palace. Flags waved. Music played. Fireworks were prepared though it was daylight. News outlets broadcast the event globally.

  Alexander stood tall at the podium, dressed in ceremonial attire that symbolized both authority and renewal. His expression remained composed, but his eyes carried the weight of responsibility.

  When he took the oath of office, the roar from the crowd was deafening.

  “Long live Alexander!”

  “New Dawn! New Dawn!”

  Inside a private chamber of the palace, Adrian Vale stood alone, staring at the ceremony through a muted television screen.

  The cheers outside felt like betrayal.

  His jaw clenched tightly.

  Vale’s bitterness hardened into resolve.

  If Alexander believed leadership would be smooth, he was mistaken.

  "I will not make this easy for you," Vale thought coldly.

 "In fact, I’ll make sure your rise becomes the beginning of your ruin. You're finished!"