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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by, as the players kept dying like flies. Every battle ended up with only two results. A player either

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

didn't last for long; as a noisy sound went off abruptly on the battleground. It resembled an

'TIRING!' 'TIRING'

what that sound meant, as they were staring live at the giant firestorm, shrinking in

the entire reason for its existence was to pressure the players to fight, not to flat out kill

storm. He clicked his tongue at their plan of avoiding fights as much as possible by hiding near the edges. Only

'Fucking Donkeys.'

after seeing an ongoing battle in the middle of an escapade. He focused the camera on it and ignored the edges, which were getting empty

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do this, and even 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 a hint of dread

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

What kind of sick joke

even mention surviving for hours within the storm, just 10 seconds and everyone would kneel in worship. But Solid Wall wasn't trying to do this by relying only on bravery and courage. He didn't lack common

understood thoroughly that only his epic tier 2 Galapagos Tortoise bloodline was able to provide him a chance to implement his plan. However, that was the only thing it would provide him, a

body getting burned to crisp, and then recovered to peak, using

agony was Felix himself, as his ass was blasted to flames

in one place, while Wally was going to feel it through his entire body. Not a single part would survive the firestorm attacks. From his

like everyone else. At least if I won

second thoughts on his plan. No one would blame him; neither would hate him for

horrifying sight, Felix spew the beer that he was drinking in celebration, all over the faces of those in front of him. Yet, he didn't care, neither

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

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

having suicidal thoughts after realizing that he was on the verge of losing 8 million SC, Solid Wall walked forward step by step with thoughts messing

that was merely tens of meters behind him,

and sat back with a determined expression and eyes gleaming with lounging, 'For myself, for my family. I have to win this game no matter what! Pain is only momentary, but

last thought he had before he got

saw what happened or bothered looking at his direction. The tens of battles happening around the map captured their attention. No one was bored enough to waste his expensive

legend was Felix, who was clapping his hands with a genuine smile and

how many times he watched the replay of Wally getting

those shivers of admiration and fascination hit

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group. It was always better to move

spectators whether watching life or on stream, cheered at those dramatic betrayals. There was nothing more enjoyable than seeing two partners going through life and death situations,

happening in the middle of the map, no one gave a crap about a small corner within the storm, where

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Two hours later...

a small-sized ring, with nowhere to retreat,