The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 712

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The medal stayed warm in Alex’s hand long after he left the Hall.

On the walk back he turned it over, wanting a closer look. Instead the knowledge hit him all at once, the way a forgotten name suddenly returns complete.

It was Legendary work. Not praise—just fact. Only something like the guardian could still make a thing like this. What it did was simple to say. Living with it would not be.

It could take a beast’s own skill, understand it completely, and make that skill his to give away.

Three rules. No exceptions.

He had to see the skill used with his own eyes, by the beast that owned it.

He had to touch that beast—skin, fur, or hide—while the memory was still fresh.

And the time between seeing and touching could not stretch past most of an hour, or the impression faded and the skill failed to copy.

Teaching the skill to another beast cost something separate. Strength, spent according to how strong the skill was. And only onto a beast built to receive it. Not people.

He stood in the street and only then thought to check what was already inside the medal.

Something was there.

One entry. Faint at the edges, like an old photograph left too long in the sun—but still clear.

Skill: Sovereign’s Tongue.

Level: Unrated. Beyond normal ranking.

A voice-bound authority skill. It worked across species without translation, without consent, and without resistance from anything weaker than the will behind it. No living record of its natural use existed outside this one.

Status: No Target Set.

Alex read it twice. His pulse did not slow between readings.

He had not watched anyone use a skill. He had not touched anyone on purpose either—except the guardian had pressed the medal into his open palm while speaking in the voice it had spent a thousand years learning to wear like a man’s.

Both conditions met in the same five seconds. Neither of them intentional.

He had walked out of that room carrying a fingerprint of power taken from the oldest, strongest thing he was ever likely to stand in front of—and he had not even known there was anything to steal.

Alex tried to understand what the medal really meant.

He had already learned one thing from it: how to take a beast’s skill, keep it, and later give it away. The skill sat inside the medal like a stored memory. He could collect them. He could teach them.

One thousand. Only when the medal held a thousand skills would the path to the empire country open.

Alex stood still for a long moment and decided.

This would be his last resort.

He would look for every other way first. He would search, fight, trade, or invent whatever path he could find that did not depend on filling the medal to the brim. But having a final option was not wrong. A man who refused every last door only trapped himself.

He put it back in his pocket and returned.

The hound was waiting at the shop door, tail already wagging before Alex reached the step. He crouched down out of habit—and the entry for Sovereign’s Tongue stirred awake in the back of his mind, testing the air like a compass finding north.

Status: Can Be Taught.

Just from proximity. No contact needed for that part. Only for the taking.

Alex looked at the moth. It had given up the moment the thread ran out and was simply waiting to be let go. He started laughing before he could stop himself.

He had taken an authority skill from the single most dangerous creature in the country. Twenty minutes later he had taken this from something that could not survive a light breeze.

Fine. Useful in its own small way. If teaching cost something—and every instinct said it would—better to find out with the cheapest, most worthless thing in the medal than gamble that math on Sovereign’s Tongue.

He let the moth go. Then looked for the smallest moth and caught it.

This time he could hear a voice saying, “Too young. Have no skill. Can be taught Silk-Cast.”

“Let’s try it,” Alex said. “Teach.”

Warmth ran down his arm and out through his fingers, thin as the thread itself.

Suddenly Alex realized there was cultivation, heaven and earth energy, and for magicians they divided into something called mana and used by magicians to control elemental energy in the air. And this skill took out something like mana.

The young moth twitched, shuddered, went still against his palm—then it let silk out.

A voice appeared. “The skill successfully taught.”

“You’re grinning at a moth,” Monica said, looking at Alex.

“Am I?” Alex asked.

“Yes, you are,” Monica said. “At a moth. Why don’t you just look at my beautiful niece and smile at her?”

Alex looked at Rebecca and choked because a voice appeared:

You can teach Skill: Sovereign’s Tongue to the target.