Domination System

Chapter 55

“hold up hold up, what are you people taking about?” Justin interrupted before they could proceed further.

“oh, seems like you haven’t even discussed it with your friend here" Plato stood up and patted Justin on his shoulder “I’ll leave you kids to discuss then" he said a walked away.

“shall we?” he offered his elbow to ariadne and the both of them left the room.

“so this your plan all along?” Athena facepalmed. What was her brother thinking, offering a spot in the Zigan race to a stranger he just met a day ago. People were dying to get a place in it, literally, and her brother was here giving something so precious to this man.

“I’ve seen what he can do Athena, he’ll be a great help in the race" Asmodieus tried to convince athena.

“by what he can do, do you mean...losing?” Athena dismissed his efforts with a scoff.

“you weren’t in the stadium with me Athena, trust me" asmodieus said as he removed his shirt. A scar stretched from right chest down to his abdomen, stopping just before it reached his pelvis.

Athena gasped in shock “oh my...who did this to you?” She sneakily pointed at the scar. Nothing like that had ever been on her brother the last she saw him.

“him" asmodieus’ eyes pointed at Justin as he put his shirt back on.

“w...when?” Athena stuttered.

“The battle, I only told you about the arm but I didn’t tell you about this. He’s as powerful as I am, he’ll make a great escort" asmodieus said.

“you bastard!” Athena screamed as she attacked Justin. With speed the eye couldn’t even dream of following, she punched justin sending him crashing into the sturdy white walls. Surprisingly no damage was caused to the walls, instead justin faced the fill front of the attack.

Justin wasn’t having any of it, he spit out the blood in his mouth and light his fist on fire and prepared to unleash hell on that b***h. He had been caught off guard earlier...not this time!

The roar of a dragon could already be heard as the flames on Justin’s fist grew larger and fiercer. Two large heads emerged from the fist with blazing eyes as they prepared to discipline whoever it was that dared threaten their master.

Suddenly, a violent burst of wind put the flame out as quickly as it came.

“I will tolerate no fighting in my quarters. Be warned" Lord Plato’s deep bass voice echoed settling matters in the living room.

Justin just stared Athena with deep seethed hatred in his eyes. He had no idea how he had wronged this girl but ever since he came in contact with her, she had constantly been against him. Well enough is enough, she needs some freaking was whooping.

‘System, activate stealth freak mini skill’ anger took over Justin’s reasoning as he ordered the system.

Before asmodieus could even be fully relieved that his father had stopped the fight, Justin disappeared from his view. Athena became a lease as her nail grew freakishly long and sharp

Justin smiled. “it’s time to what out some ass whooping" his voice sounded as Athena was lifted up from her position and a fluctuation in space accompanied the burning that punch her right in the face.

Her body broke the glass table and red wine spilled all over her face.

Asmodieus immediately ran over to his sister and inspected her. Her now was bloody but she was still conscious. “Move away asmodieus" Justin’s voice sounded again.

“Justin?” asmodieus cautiously looked around, he summoned the red boxing gloves and got into defensive stance, protecting his sister from any further attacks.

....

“Fascinating” Lord Plato muttered as he blankly stared into space, his eyes blue and glowing. He had decided to see how the discussion would go but he had found them fighting, of course he tried to stop it the first time but this Justin of a man surprised him. A rare stealth skill...He possessed a rare stealth skill!

“honey” ariadne appeared with a robe covering the fact that she only wore underwear below the linen. This distracted Lord Plato as he eyes reverted back to normal and he stared at ariadne like a lovestruck fool.

“what were you looking at?” She asked.

“Doesn't matter now” Lord Plato lived his lips.

...

“ I said Move!” Justin shoulder tackled asmodieus.

Asmodieus was taken by surprise. He couldn’t see anyone but he could feel the body on a man. Bet he could focus, the man had already disappeared.

“asmodi-" as Athena struggled to get up, Justin kick met her mouth drawing blood out from it. She was knocked out cold by that kick.

Seeing what had happened, asmodieus just sat on the floor and sighed. “I take it you’re satisfied now"

“well now fully" Justin said smugly as he gradually appeared in front of Athena.

“so, what were we talking about?” now that he had avenged himself, he could fully focus on matters at hand.

“you just beat my sister to an unconscious state and you’re asking me what we were talking about?” asmodieus was exasperated.

Justin comfortably sat on the couch, fearing the small pieces of glass on it. “it’s now or never" if he left her conscious, god knows if she’d even let them had peacefully.

Asmodieus sighed and hhad no choice but to accept thing the way they were. Justin’s help in the Zigan race was more important than he sister being unconscious now...

“I’m sure you’ve heard of the Zigan auction right? Asmodieus asked as he got off the floor.

“not much, but I have" Justin said playing with the fire in his hand. He hadn’t completely put it out yet, you know in case a certain b***h woke up.

“well, you know the benefits of the race the and what it could potentially spell for you right" asmodieus asked again.

“hmmm" Justin nodded in agreement.

“well, I want you to aid me in the race and I guarantee you wouldn’t regret it" asmodieus stated.

....

Justin took in a deep breath. So this was this guy’s plan all along. He had wondered why he was helping him all this while. Well the Zigan race wasn’t all that bad and it’s definitely something he’d participate in if he had the chance...now The question is...what did this guy stand to gain from his help?

“So then, supposedly I accept. How exactly does my help...help you? I mean your father certainly looks rich, why not just pay some fighter to accompany you?” Justin asked.

“that is what I would have considered if I found a fighter who could cut my arm, almost kill me in battle, and still give me a scar for life” asmodieus smiled.

Justin coughed. He didn’t even know when he gave him that scar. Was it when he attacked him with the axe perhaps?

“So, what do you say?” asmodieus asked with a hopeful look.

“hmmm...and what do I stand to gain from this alliance you speak of"

“I thought you knew of the benefits in the race?” asmodieus questioned.

Justin avoided eye contact with asmodieus and fondled around, looking for something to distract himself.

‘He really doesn’t know anything huh....’ “do you even know anything about the race?”

Once again Justin refused to answer with an obvious face that gave away the fact that he knew nothing about the race.

“The Zigan race is a Race organised in the five kingdoms once every twenty years. It’s a series of challenges specially chosen by emperor dyrotth tho test the youngsters of the kingdom. Ten people from each city will qualify for the second stage. Then the gathered fifty people will undergo another series of tests to prove their worth. Ten winners will be for the from this stage and they will go on to the third and final stage. Which will determine the first, second and third of the ten. These three winners will each be given a chance to ask for something from the emperor...anything. They will also be inducted into the king’s army and the first place will be given an official position by his side.” Asmodieus explained to Justin.

“wait...so if I become one of the winners, I’ll have a chance to get close to the king" Justin’s head ticked at that thought.

“yes, that’s if you win. Which is easier said than done. But if we form this alliance...we’d have a good shot at being part of the top ten atleast” asmodieus said with conviction. He was very sure of this particular choice he had made. His gut feeling was never wrong.

‘f**k yeah!’ Justin screamed internally. He was so f*****g happy! Why? Well...the domination agenda! He could kill three birds with one stone! If he remembered correctly, the tasks were to: Rise to fame in the big city, become close to the king and also an official. If he became a winner in this race all three task would be fulfilled in a go!

“When's the race beginning?” Justin asked. He had to get prepared!

“in a month....” Asmodieus answered. “but, there’s a problem”

“huh? What problem?”

“well, you haven’t exactly gotten a spot yet" asmodieus's voice lost the energy it always had.

“why not? You want me to help you right?” this wasn’t good news at all.

“you heard father, to get a spot you’d have to defeat someone with a spot" asmodieus answered weakly

“oh...Then point me in the direction if whoever's ass I'd have to kick to get one"

....

Plato house training ground.

Lord Plato and his wife hovered in the air on a sort of magical carpet (aladdin!!!!!) Above the council member who all sat on either side of him.

The training ground wasn’t a that different from the rest of the building, the walls and floors were all sparkling white. Only difference was this place was packed with weapons and it had a wide area allowing extremely free movement.

Asmodieus and Athena, who was wearing a veil to hide the bruises on her race, sat on the other side of the training ground.

Athena kept swearing, all she wanted now was that bastard to get beaten to death. How dare he lay hands on a noble lady like her?

Justin held the emperor's chain and the battle axe in his hand, he had gotten them back from asmodieus since he needed them for this fight. This time, the axe was tied to the other end of the chain while Justin held the chain in the middle. Spikes on one end, an axe on the other. The chain itself was about seven feet long now so he had no issues with the handling. Only thing that remained to see was how it’d fair in a fight with this...monster.

A freakishly huge man stood opposite Justin with kunais in his hands. He stood at a towering height of weight feet nine f*****g inches. He wore a turban with a scarf covering the lower end of his face down to his neck. This left only his painted eyes to the view of others.

Deeps breaths were taken by the two present...a fight for a spot was about to begin!