Novel & Cerita Absolute Power

“That I must be married for at least three consecutive months to gain any rights to contest the power structure. If not, it all goes to them permanently.” I stared at him. “So… I’m your key to taking back what’s yours.” “Yes.” My mind reeled. “But why me? You could’ve picked anyone. Someone from your world.” His eyes darkened. “The reason I chose you doesn’t concern you.” I froze at his curt response. Threading lightly, I asked, “And what’s your stepmother like?” “She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.”

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t hide her thoughts from him. “My uncle is old,” she said softly. “His heart isn’t good, and he won’t survive two and a half years in prison. I only applied for bail so he could get better medical care. All his resources have already been cut off by you. Henry’s in jail too. He can’t threaten the Grand Empire anymore. So what more do you have to worry about?” That’s what absolute power was—the ability to decide someone else’s fate with a single word. And those begging for mercy could only dream of peace in a small corner of the world.

“Our Divine Constabulary is already the top department in the entire country, and is already at the top of the world. In terms of power and status, it’s above ordinary departments. Is this still called affecting his development?” After speaking, he was surprised as though he had just realized that the person in front of him was Martiny. For an instant, he had an interesting expression. Martiny wasn’t angry when she said, “The Divine Constabulary is not the true core of authority and power. Also, so what if Alex becomes absolute head of the country? The power of a mortal is nothing in the face of absolute strength!” Geronimo wasn’t convinced. “Can an individual’s strength be compared to the s

She was asking me to think before I moved. I looked back at Marcus. The anger in my chest was cold and specific. This was the other type, the type that was the result of knowing how precisely an error had been committed and what it had cost. "The First Power," I said. "You called it that." "That is what the texts name it," Marcus said. "It is imprecise. The older accounts contradict each other on what it does and what it is. But they are all in agreement on the most important point, that it is not controllable in the sense that the Royal power is controllable."

"Yield now, or watch all burn as demonstration of the cost of defying natural order by those who are too weak to understand that power must be respected." The countdown to destruction that would consume innocent civilians as much as military personnel, Kael's desperation having led him beyond rational political calculation into demonstration of enhanced power that would reassert his mastery through fear or annihilate all that he claimed to rule rather than submitting to constitutional handover of powers to the omega hierarchy that challenged his sullied vision of pure domination.

The author replied calmly, his voice firm and assured, "I am already ruling the world in ways that transcend power and control." Xavier couldn't stop laughing at the author's allegation, insulting him even more. "Are you some kind of president, or a secret mafia boss?" The crewmen joined in the laughs, amused by Xavier's and the enigmatic author's banter. Unaffected by their mistrust, the author declared confidently, "I am far above such mundane positions. I rule by wielding power over people's hearts and minds. True power is found in molding ideas and emotions, not in dominating regions."

He reached out his hand for the staff and as if there was a connection, it moved towards his hand. The eight gems embedded in the Staff glowed faintly, as if asking his master's permission to use his great power. "No" At the earlier thought, he shook his head. He knew what that kind of power could cause, his country fell into ruin because the wrong people got absolute power. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. If he was Zark, then one of his priorities was to use his power correctly; the least he wanted was to be a ruthless dictator. Releasing the Staff, it simply slowly moved a few feet away from him as if throwing a bitter tan

he said. “It integrates.” I already knew that. I’ve seen it. “But once it stabilizes completely…” A pause. “…it stops being just power.” I didn’t like where this was going. “It becomes authority.” The word hit wrong. Heavy. Final. “Authority over what.” His eyes locked onto mine. “Everything it touches.” Silence. That’s not power. That’s control. Absolute control. The kind that reshapes the world. “No,” I said immediately. “She wouldn’t—”

I just make myself swallow, one spoonful at a time. Mechanical. Necessary. Afterward, I sit at the table with my hands wrapped around a mug that’s long since gone cold. The room is quiet. Too quiet, maybe. The kind of quiet that lets thoughts stretch out. I understand now. Power doesn’t care about consent. It doesn’t wait to be invited. It doesn’t respect boundaries. It moves toward anything that can stabilize it, legitimize it, carry it without cracking. And it will keep chasing me. Whether I want it or not.

Who did he think he was? “The council has been patient, but that patience has limits,” he continued. “I should also remind you that while the Alpha’s authority is absolute, the people of this pack also hold power. Don’t abuse what we give you because we have every means to take it back at any given time.”