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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only two results. A player either survives the battle, or everyone dies. There was absolutely no mercy, as players couldn't afford to have it in

as well. Yet, this staggering

went off abruptly on the battleground. It resembled an

'TIRING!' 'TIRING'

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

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 for this, Solid Wall wouldn't even have the thought of

the storm. He clicked his tongue at their plan

'Fucking Donkeys.'

seeing an ongoing battle in the middle of an escapade. He focused the camera on it and

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even if I succeed

expressionless face for long. As now; he was biting his nails with nervousness and a hint of dread

blame him though? He was planning to stay within the firestorm until he gets declared as the last survivor. If he told anyone of his plan, they would piss their pants

as champion? What kind of sick joke

kneel in worship. But Solid Wall wasn't trying to do this by relying only on

only his epic tier 2 Galapagos Tortoise bloodline was able to provide him a chance to implement his plan.

hellish agony of his body getting burned to crisp, and then recovered to peak, using the passive ability *fast rejuvenation*, would

Felix himself, as his

that Felix felt burnt 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 brain to his balls everything was on the path of getting frayed then recovered to get frayed yet

fight like everyone else. At least if I

breaths quickened as he stood up, planning to step away from the storm. He couldn't help but have second thoughts on his plan. No one would blame him; neither would hate him for it,

in celebration, all over the faces of those in front of him. Yet, he didn't care,

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

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

thoughts after realizing that he was on the verge of losing 8 million SC, Solid Wall walked forward

run away from the storm that was merely tens of meters behind him,

back with a determined expression and eyes gleaming with lounging, 'For myself, for my

last thought he had before he got engulfed by the

tens of battles happening around the map captured their attention.

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

the

those shivers of admiration and fascination hit on another level after seeing

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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

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

about a small corner within the storm, where a man sat on the ground,

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Two hours later...

players were left in a small-sized ring, with nowhere