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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ended up with only two results. A player either survives the

into corpses, here and in real life as well. Yet, this staggering amount was

for long; as a noisy sound went off abruptly on the battleground. It resembled an air raid

'TIRING!' 'TIRING'

giant firestorm, shrinking in

to pressure the players to fight, not to flat out kill them. If

for their lives away from the storm. He clicked his

'Fucking Donkeys.'

the middle of an escapade. He focused the camera on it and ignored the edges, which were

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I succeed by some miracle, would the SGA allow such a

able to sustain his expressionless face for long. As now; he was biting his nails with nervousness and a hint of dread written all over

as the last survivor.

champion? What kind of sick joke was

even mention surviving for hours within the storm, just 10 seconds and everyone would kneel in worship. But Solid Wall

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

getting burned to crisp, and then recovered to peak, using the passive ability *fast rejuvenation*, would be felt continuously until he

Felix himself, as his ass was blasted to flames

a single part would survive the firestorm attacks. From his

it is better to just fight like everyone else.

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

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

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

by the beer. They simply distanced

after realizing that he was on the verge of losing

to speed up and run away from the storm that was merely tens of meters behind him, but

he gave up, accepting his destiny and sat back with a determined expression and eyes gleaming with lounging, 'For myself, for my family.

was the last thought he had before

the map captured their attention. No one was bored enough to waste his expensive ticket and search for

was watching the birth of a legend was Felix, who was clapping his hands

many times he watched the replay of Wally getting embraced by the storm in his previous

fascination hit on

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every 20 minutes, forcing the players 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

whether watching life or on stream, cheered at those dramatic betrayals. There was nothing more enjoyable than seeing two partners

was happening in the middle of the map, no one gave a crap about a small corner within the storm, where a man sat on the ground, clenching his jaw in anguish.

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Two hours later...

players were left in a small-sized ring, with nowhere to retreat, or elemental energy to