Supreme Authority

Chapter 10

“I appreciate your generosity, but I no longer need it,” Alex said, his voice distant.

Renault paused, sensing something deeper.

“Very well. I’ll hold onto it, should Your Excellency ever need it. And... if I may, Sir, there’s something I would like to ask, if you’d grant me a moment.”

Alex knew this man had spent years trying to reach him, offering gifts, never giving up.

“Speak, Dupont. You’ve earned that much.”

“Thank you, Your Excellency,” Renault said, gathering his courage.

“It’s about my sworn brother’s granddaughter. She’s suffering from a strange illness. They’ve consulted every specialist, but no one can help. I was hoping you might spare a moment.”

“Mr. Dupont, I’m no longer involved in that field. Please, find someone else.”

Renault pressed on. “Your Excellency, I heard you were looking for a rare medicine. By chance, my sworn brother owns a bottle of the Fountain of Life. He’s willing to part with it—if you can cure his granddaughter.”

Alex’s expression shifted. “Are you absolutely certain?”

“Yes. I swear it.”

A hundred years ago, everything changed. A sudden rift in space—later called the Space Gate—tore open the skies and connected Earth to two alien worlds, each home to advanced humanoid civilizations.

One came from a world of magic. The other mastered advanced technology.

But both had one major weakness: their planets had much lower gravity than Earth.

Because of that, their bodies were fragile—weak bones, soft muscles, and light frames.

On Earth, they were physically no match for humans.

They didn’t expect that Earth's gravity had made its people incredibly strong.

On their planets, every human was like a superman.

Even without magic or high-tech weapons, Earth had one unmatched strength—its martial arts.

Over time, humans had pushed their physical limits to the extreme.

Earth’s top fighters became superhuman in the war between the three planets, crushing invaders with sheer strength and unshakable skill.

Lacking spells or advanced machines, humanity endured through raw power, iron discipline, and unmatched will to survive.

Martial arts became more than tradition. It became Earth’s defense, its pride, and the reason it stood unbroken.

Though the Space Gate wasn’t wide enough to unleash an all-out war, it did open the floodgates of cultural exchange and economic flow.

The world was enchanted by alien gadgets, and their magic.

But beneath the glamour, a silent conflict simmered.

Every five years, each civilization unleashed their deadliest assassins and elite warriors—not to negotiate, but to conquer in silence.

These were no peace missions—they were shadow wars fueled by domination, espionage, and merciless bloodshed.

Alexander Morningstar was one of Earth’s chosen champions for this decade.

But fate didn’t play fair.

He was ambushed by ten alien champions at once—a death sentence by any measure.

He survived, barely, his body broken beyond recognition. Worse, his sister fell into a coma.

Yet when the dust settled, only one was left standing—Alex, the last man breathing from that brutal, unspoken war.

The Fountain of Life—a mythical artifact from the magical civilization—had surfaced.

A relic said to heal any wound, restore any vitality. For Alex, it wasn’t just a legendary treasure.

His sister’s life depended on it.

And he would do anything to claim it.

“In that case, I’ll do it,” Alex said without hesitation.

He couldn’t afford to miss this opportunity.

“One more thing, Mr. Dupont. My identity must remain secret. Even if you see me again, treat me like any ordinary acquaintance. I don’t want to draw any attention.”

Renault nodded quickly. “Of course, Your Excellency. I swear I won’t breathe a word. I’ll just say you’re a miraculous healer I know.”

“Good,” Alex replied.

“Thank you, Your Excellency! Please send me your location—I’ll have someone pick you up right away,” Renault said, his voice filled with relief.

He had chased this moment for years, enduring every setback without breaking.

Now, finally, his stubborn persistence had paid off.

Alex handed Renault the London nursing home's address. It was time to say his final goodbyes to Caesar Fairchild—the aging patriarch and Sophia’s grandfather.

Memories came crashing back—three hellish years ago, deep in the shadows of London, the secret war between planetary champions raged.

Alex emerged the last man standing, every ally he trusted now lay buried in silence, their names erased beneath the cold, indifferent earth.

Victory brought him no peace; scavengers and assassins, pathetic remnants from defeated worlds, had hunted him tirelessly, determined to avenge their fallen heroes.

As a warrior—and a survivor—he knew better than to trust anyone, not even friends, when he was at his weakest.

The one who emerged victorious in the silent war didn’t just win a fight—they gained influence over Earth’s entire power structure.

The Supreme Authority

That title came with blood.

Many champions before him had been betrayed by those closest to them—stabbed in the back just moments after their victory, all for the chance to steal the throne.

Three years ago, crippled by injuries inflicted by their strongest champion, Alex had been forced into hiding, blending desperately with ordinary people like some wounded beast.

Caesar Fairchild had appeared then, extending a lifeline, sheltering Alex and his vulnerable sister from certain death.

It was the perfect cover.

His injuries were brutal, a weakness in his martial arts, once triggered only once a month, had become a daily curse that left him barely holding himself together.

He’d been helpless—pathetic even.

Yet Caesar gave him a quiet role in the business—something low-profile, almost invisible.

Alex thrived in the shadows, stacking achievement after achievement without ever stepping into the spotlight.

From behind the scenes, his advice steered the company to victory after victory.

Caesar took notice. The more Alex delivered, the more the old man admired him—until, finally, he gave his blessing for Alex to marry Sophia, his beloved granddaughter.

But now the charade was done; Alex was finally unshackled from weakness.

His power had returned tenfold, surpassing everything he once was. Now, he could finally claim the throne without hiding—from enemies, or so-called friends.