Supremacy Games

Soon, the half-hour designed for interviews had passed swiftly, as the MC interviewed as many players as the duration allowed him to.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, only 30 seconds is left before the game officially begins. I ask all of you to count down with me after we reach 10 seconds."

Passionate, the MC bent backward with the microphone held close to his lips. Saliva and spit stained the golden mic. Yet, he didn't care about his image neither did the audience.

They simply lifted their heads and paid attention to the countdown on the large screen.

This countdown process was one of their favorite segments in the games, as it made them feel like they were part of the game.

It wasn't long before the countdown hit 10 seconds. Immediately after, the quiet arena roared, resembling a beast waking up from its slumber. The crowd counted backward, creating an unswerving harmony.

"TEN, NINE, EIGHT...THREE, TWO, ONE!"

"START!"

The MC spread his arms wide as he floated rapidly towards his platform. Meanwhile, the players were teleported randomly in a massive battleground that had the same size as earthling's Hawaii Island.

The map was extremely diverse when it came to the environment, as there were deserts, jungles, lakes, rivers, mountains, volcanoes, and even nighttime.

It was created as such to support each player element, since if the entire map was based on a jungle. All plant, earth, wood, and nature elementalists were going to have a blast in comparison to the rest.

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The MC Titus rested a hand on his chin, as he watched in concentration more than 500 small invisible holograms, showcasing each player. His eyes drifted rapidly from one screen to another without a single blink in between. Such a difficult task was being handled easily by him.

For one to apply to an MC Job in the SG, he had to have at minimum, this unique multitask talent. Otherwise, the application wouldn't even be received properly.

Delighted, his eyes brightened up, as he noticed a battle was about to begin. "We got our first battle my dear audience, let us watch it together."

He slid the small screen to the left using his index finger. Simultaneously, the large screen displayed the battle he just mentioned.

Felix didn't bother to lift his head and glance at the heated ongoing battle between three players. He simply kept his eyes fixed on Solid Wall, who was currently running towards the very edge of the map. Something only idiots would do since this game mode was using a firestorm to push the players near the middle of the map.

Regardless, Solid Wall didn't show a hint of insanity as he kept running towards his doom. His face was rough like a rock with dead ash grey eyes, which seemed lifeless. Yet, nothing could hide that glint of light within, flicking like a candle that was about to extinguish.

Elated, Felix grinned and clapped his hands at this sight. He knew that his bet was secured. He couldn't help but grin foolishly at the incoming 80 million SC.

"GOOO!! WALLY, THIS IS YOURS TO WIN!"

The spectators around him merely gave him a side glance and ignored him. They had their own players to cheer.

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either survives the battle, or everyone dies. There was absolutely no mercy, as players couldn't afford to have

in real life as well. Yet, this staggering amount was before the map even forced them to gather in

went off abruptly on the battleground. It resembled an

'TIRING!' 'TIRING'

the giant firestorm, shrinking in a wide circle around the edges of the

that was understandable since the entire reason for its existence was to pressure the players to fight, not to flat out kill them. If it wasn't

storm. He clicked his tongue at their plan of avoiding fights as much as possible

'Fucking Donkeys.'

with joy after seeing an ongoing battle in the middle of an escapade. He focused the camera on it

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if I succeed by some miracle, would the SGA allow

wasn't able to sustain his expressionless face for long. As now; he was biting his nails with nervousness and

as the last survivor. If he told anyone of his plan, they would piss their pants

as champion? What kind of

storm, just 10 seconds and everyone would kneel in worship. But Solid

tier 2 Galapagos Tortoise bloodline was able to provide him a chance to implement his

and then recovered to peak, using the passive ability *fast rejuvenation*, would be felt

Wally's upcoming agony was Felix himself, as

part would survive the firestorm attacks. From his brain to his balls everything was on the path of getting frayed then recovered to get frayed

is better to just fight like everyone else. At least if I won no one will

from the storm. He couldn't help but have second thoughts on his plan. No

the beer that he was drinking in celebration, all over the faces of those in front of him. Yet, he didn't care, neither bothered to explain himself. He simply pointed at the storm behind

FUCK ARE YOU DOING WALLY?! GET BACK AND FINISH YOUR PLAN. YOU

the beer. They simply distanced themselves from this madman, not wanting anything to do with

was on the verge of losing

speed up and run away from the storm that was

a determined expression and eyes gleaming with lounging, 'For myself, for my family. I

last thought he had

direction. The tens of battles happening around the map captured their attention. No one was bored enough to waste his expensive ticket and

person who was watching the birth of a legend was Felix, who was clapping

times he watched the

those shivers of admiration and fascination hit on another

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to create alliances and partnerships to protect themselves within a group. It was always better to move in a herd. Yet, those alliances didn't even last for long before they

There was nothing more enjoyable than seeing two partners going through

map, no one gave a crap about a small corner within the storm, where a

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Two hours later...

as only two players were left in a small-sized ring, with nowhere to retreat,