Is this what it feels like to wield absolute power?
To make people bend to your will, to make them listen and obey with nothing more than a word, a gesture, a mere glance?
Not because of status, not because of titles or lineage, but because of power itself.
But power alone has never been enough. Many have possessed great power, but few have ever wielded it like he does. Power is a tool, a force—but true dominance is something else entirely.
Fear. Control. Absolute authority.
Many have been strong, but they have never made the world tremble the way he has. Strength alone does not command obedience—it is the illusion of choice, the destruction of hope, the crushing weight of inevitability that binds people to their knees.
Power alone can make a man sell his soul, but it will never make him sell his dignity. A man can be forced to serve, but if given the choice, he may still choose death over submission.
That is why brute strength is meaningless. That is why shouting commands like a fool is the mark of the weak. True power is not forcing obedience—it is making people realize that they have no choice. It is letting them believe, for a fleeting moment, that they might resist, that they might have some insignificant shred of control—only to rip it away so thoroughly, so brutally, that they are left broken.
Power is not about making them listen. It is about making them understand that they never had a choice to begin with.
And that is exactly how he wields it.
"Burrus, you know what to do." Khan's voice cut through the silence like a blade, his gaze shifting toward the fresh corpses sprawled across the floor.
The Praetorian Guard commander, personally chosen by Nero herself, immediately knelt in his presence.
"Yes, Caesar."
He didn't need further instruction. One glance at Khan's eyes was all it took. No words. No elaborate orders. Just pure, undeniable authority.
Without hesitation, Burrus gestured to his men, who moved swiftly, dragging the lifeless bodies away like discarded trash.
Servants rushed in, their heads lowered, scrubbing the bloodstained marble floors until not a single trace of the slaughter remained.
But even with the room cleansed of blood and the stench of death erased, the fear remained—thick, suffocating, unshakable.
Khan leaned back, watching them squirm.
"You all might think you have a choice." His voice was mockingly casual, his tone almost playful. "You could leave this room and rally for rebellion. You could try. But tell me—will you?"
The senators exchanged uneasy glances, but none dared to speak.
"How long has Rome stood?" Khan continued, his lips curling into something between amusement and scorn.
"How long has your so-called divine bloodline been rotting away, thinning out into insignificance? You love to proclaim yourselves as the sons of gods—sons of Venus, sons of Mars, even sons of Jupiter himself. And yet—" His voice dropped, turning sharp, deadly. "You murdered them in cold blood."
A suffocating silence filled the chamber.
"Gaius Julius Caesar was one of them. And you butchered him. And now, you have the same desire for Nero Claudius., a direct descendant of Venus, a scion of the Claudia Dynasty—her blood worth more than all of yours combined."
Khan leaned forward, his presence suffocating.
"And Rome? Rome is ruled by divine right. By the will of the gods. By any right—I am your Caesar. Your Khan. Your Emperor. The King of Kings."
His voice thundered through the hall, shaking them to their very core.
"Now—make your choice, senators."
There was no hesitation.
"Caesar," they murmured in unison, their submission immediate, absolute. One by one, they lowered their heads, the weight of his power pressing down on them like an unstoppable force.
Even the Praetorian Guards knelt, their loyalty sealed.
They had seen the truth. Felt it. Feared it. Accepted it.
He was Caesar—by blood, by strength, by divine decree.
Khan's lips curled into a satisfied grin.
This was power.
Then, as if remembering something, Khan chuckled—a deep, menacing sound that sent an uneasy shiver through the room.
"Senators..." he began, his voice dripping with undeniable authority. "I am not your Caesar, nor will I ever be your emperor. I will never allow you to rule over me, nor will I let my name be shackled to your whims."
His gaze swept across the room, eyes gleaming with amusement at their nervous expressions.
"I rule above you. I am above Caesar." His lips curled into a wolfish grin. "You will not address me as Caesar. You will address me as Khan. Your Khan."
The room fell into a tense silence.
Then, as if sealing their fate, he continued, "From this day forth, my name will be engraved into the title of Caesar itself. It will no longer be just a name—but the divine right to rule. A symbol of absolute power over Rome."
The senators exchanged uneasy glances, their bodies stiff with tension. This wasn't a request—it was an outright declaration of supremacy.
This man—this barbarian-turned-ruler—was crazier than Nero and Caligula combined.
At least those two lunatics hadn't outright redefined the very title of Caesar itself.
And yet, faced with Khan's overwhelming presence, their instinct for survival kicked in. They knew better than to resist.
So, with barely a moment's hesitation, they bowed their heads and shouted in unison:
"Yes, My Khan!"
For now, they would submit. For now.
But how long would this forced obedience truly last?
Khan, however, merely smirked at their fragile loyalty, as if already predicting their eventual betrayal.
"Now, you may go," he said lazily, waving a hand. Then his gaze sharpened. "Agrippina. You stay."
The senators wasted no time, practically scrambling out of the chamber, barely concealing their relief as they bowed their heads one last time before disappearing.
The meeting was over—but for those who remained, the real game was only just beginning.
"Agrippina, do you know why I called for you instead of Burrus?" Khan asked, his voice calm but laced with an unmistakable edge. "He should be the more trustworthy one. His loyalty is well-earned and widely recognized. Everyone knows that he would have been the better choice. So tell me—why is it you standing here, not him?"
This wasn't some idle question, nor was it a casual whim. It was a test—one that would determine whether Agrippina was sharp enough to be of any use to him.
Khan had no patience for idiots. He had even less patience for women who were clueless and weak, the type who relied on their beauty alone to manipulate men. If Agrippina was going to stand beside him, she needed to prove her worth.
He wanted a woman who could get her hands dirty, someone he could use without hesitation to carry out the necessary filth he preferred to avoid dealing with himself.
Because the truth was, he wouldn't be here forever.
Once the singularity was resolved, he had no interest in playing Emperor. But until then? He would enjoy the role—fully, ruthlessly, and without mercy. This was Ancient Rome at its most brutal, and if he was going to indulge in this era, he would do it properly.
Agrippina met his gaze, her expression unreadable, but her sharp emerald eyes flickered with understanding. She already knew the answer before she even opened her mouth.
"Because Burrus's heart and loyalty already belong to Nero, my Khan," she said smoothly. Her voice was steady, her words deliberate. "You want absolute power, absolute control. Burrus can never give you that."
A smirk tugged at Khan's lips. Smart woman.
She saw through him with ease. Despite his casual, easygoing demeanor, Agrippina understood his true nature.
Beneath the charm, beneath the laid-back attitude, Khan was a man who tolerated nothing less than complete obedience. Dissent? Dead. Disrespect? Erased.
Anyone who tested him met the same fate as the Senators and Praetorian Guards he had already disposed of—those who thought they could defy him, silenced permanently.
"Yes, he couldn't," Khan finally said, nodding in affirmation at her answer.
His fingers drummed lazily against the armrest of his chair before his gaze flicked to her—playful, but with a dangerous undercurrent.
"But tell me—can you?" His voice was laced with amusement, but there was an undeniable weight behind his words. "To earn my trust, Agrippina, is a very expensive thing. The Senate? They will never trust you. Nero? She will never forgive you. But me?"
He leaned forward, his smirk widening.
"I don't mind having treacherous, dangerous women standing beside me. In fact, I prefer it."
His voice dropped to something low, almost teasing.
"But prove it. Prove your worth."
Agrippina hesitated for only a moment, her mind racing. How could she prove her worth immediately, when the man sitting before her demanded it here and now—without hesitation, without question?
Then she saw it in his eyes.
Possessiveness. Lust. A raw, undeniable desire to dominate and control.
She understood immediately.
There was no need for empty words, no need for pointless bargaining. She would give him what he wanted—because that was the only way to secure her place.
"I offer myself to you, My Khan. In mind and in body," she said, her voice steady, unwavering.
Khan wasted no time. He rose from his throne, towering over her as he unzipped his trousers, his thick, heavy cock springing free, already hard with anticipation.
There was no ceremony to it, no prelude of seduction. He expected her to prove her worth, and Agrippina obeyed.
Without hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around his veined shaft, stroking it once before leaning in, pressing her lips against the slick, sensitive head in an act of pure submission.
This wasn't about pleasure. This wasn't about passion.
This was about power.
She parted her lips and took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before she started sinking down, her throat tightening as she pushed deeper.
Khan didn't wait. He didn't let her set the pace.
His large hands tangled in her golden hair, gripping her firmly, and then—he took control.
With a brutal thrust, he slammed himself deep into her throat, forcing her to take him all the way in one motion. Agrippina gagged, her body jerking as her throat stretched around him, but she didn't resist. She couldn't resist.
This was her duty.
Her hands clutched his thighs as he fucked her mouth mercilessly, using her like she was nothing more than a toy for his pleasure. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of wet, lewd sounds echoing through the throne room, her throat convulsing as she struggled to breathe between strokes.
And when he was ready to finish, Khan didn't warn her.
He drove himself deep, burying every inch inside her tight throat, and then—he came.
Thick, hot seed spilled down her throat in heavy spurts, his cock twitching as he unloaded everything inside her mouth.
Agrippina choked, her body shuddering as she struggled to swallow the sheer volume of it, her throat milking every last drop.
Some of it threatened to spill past her lips, but before it could, Khan's command rang out, his voice uncompromising.
"Take it, Agrippina. Every last drop. I expect you to swallow it all."
She forced herself to comply.
Ignoring the burn in her throat, she swallowed every ounce of his cum, her body trembling as she took it all in one go.
When she was done, she opened her mouth obediently, showing him that not a single drop had been wasted.
Khan smirked, satisfied.
Zipping up his pants, he reached down, stroking her disheveled blonde hair, stroking her like the prized possession she had become.
"Good." His voice was filled with amusement, satisfaction, control. "We will be meeting much more often, Agrippina. I expect even more from you."
With that, he turned away, humming a song as he departed the throne room.
Agrippina remained kneeling before the throne of Rome, her expression unreadable.
No one knew what she was thinking.
No one knew whether she felt humiliation, relief, or something else entirely.
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For some reason, even though the story's views keep rising, the power stones keep dropping instead of increasing. So, from now on, I'm setting some ground rules:
80 power stones = 1 chapter per day
120 power stones = 2 chapters per day
300 power stones = 1 bonus chapter
If the numbers fall below that, I'll stop daily updates. Simple as that.