Supremacy Games

The moment Felix logged in, he directly took a hover cab towards the Gambling Den.

20 minutes later...

He exited the den with a grin after successfully emptying his entire bank account that had 64 million SC. He left only ten thousand as an emergency.

Felix obtained 45 million SC from selling the filtered Anomamba bloodline after successfully integrating the last 4% of the Jörmungandr bloodline he found inside the bottle. This happened 5 days prior after his cooldown period went off.

He wasn't lazing around during the past month, as he went from a store to another seeking to sell his bottle to the shop owners.

He had to throw his net a bit wide since each shop owner offered a different price. However, all of their offers were a huge ripoff, as some bastards even asked Felix to sell it at 45% cheaper!

For those greedy f*ckers, Felix only spat on their faces and escaped.

What else could he have done?

His reputation wasn't good enough to support his claim that his bottle had 75%+ essence. Heck, he wasn't even able to sell it directly to the buyers due to it.

After all, how could they trust in his words?

They fell for the same trick so many times, it wasn't even funny anymore.

Thus, Felix sadly had to settle with selling his bottle at 30% cheaper after spending days searching around for a shop owner in a good mood to offer him that price.

None of this would have happened if he was able to return the bottle to Looby and ask for a refund. Too bad, doing so in this industry was extremely unprofessional and abhorred upon. Felix didn't want to irk Looby this early.

He still needed to take advantage of him.

The only good news about all of this was the fact that Brother Fatty agreed to deliver the filtered bottle to the buyer, after he met up with Felix during his potions delivery. After all, Felix had to buy them again for the 2nd integration.

Since Felix was making an off-record delivery without contacting proper channels for so, he had to bribe fatty with 20,000 SC to make it happen.

However, Felix wasn't complaining much about the bribe, as it was much better than paying the original basic 150,000 SC just to deliver one bottle.

The Wormhole Company's minimum payment was always 150,000 SC. It didn't matter if Felix wanted to deliver a chewing gum or nail.

.....

4 days later 19:00 PM.

Felix sat with his usual cheering outfit on, within millions of fans in a Coliseum sports stadium that had 10 layers of seating, each contained a couple millions of fans.

Weirdly, at least 60% of those fans were females from all shapes and types, wearing a pink T-shirt that had a gorgeous male face, smiling warmly with glittering grey eyes designed on it.

One look at that face and any shallow female would fall over heels for him.

Shortly after, every one of those females cheered out loud with flushed cheeks until their throats went dry, deafening all the poor males in the audience, who came to spectate the game to cheer for their bets or loved ones.

on their T-shirt teleport on the playing field with a warm smile on,

frowned eyebrows at those superficial females, who

this manwh*re, but on a completely random average individual, who was only in this game to add

that this game would have a twist that was going to teach every player an unforgettable lesson for

sight of the grey-eyed idol, getting interviewed by the MC over his goals

your only wish after this game is for it to be completely erased from

it back anymore, he let out a wicked laugh with his chin raised and arms spread apart like a madman. However, not a single female near him paid attention to him or his words.

...

the grey-eyed idol with all

seething

player had a hidden evil glint in their eyes, as they kept watching the MC and the idol flatter each other

None of them liked what they were seeing. Still, they only stood silently between two white lines that stretched for over 5

much bigger scale and

popular sports format

laps around

was just the condition required to win the game. The real entertainment came from the fact that

players could do whatever they wanted

allowed from hindering competitors using their own bloodline abilities, to

only rule that stood in the field was to run properly the 10 laps after hearing

only imagine the chaos and massacre that was about to happen at

audience wouldn't have bothered spending money

twitched at the sight of a short player, lining up

he wasn't playing with his long green tail by rolling it onward, then stretching it straight again continuously, Felix would have honestly found it quite difficult to

player he bet all of his capital

it seems that the main event is about to start." Felix chuckled immediately after switching his vision from his

He just kept his warm smile on his face,

the son of a well-known governor within the Alexander Kingdom. Who would

the last couple of years had started to rub the players off immensely. This wasn't the first

the reverse countdown reached zero, every player ganged up on him and started beating the shit out of him, without using

not

lying on the track with a disfigured face and ripped off clothes, showing bruised parts of his body. Yet, the worst part, was that his

on the large screen, females all over the stadium either fainted from shock or cursed out loud at

on the floor, like he just got run over by a herd of

stopped gushing out from laughing so

into an Iconic meme over a hundred times in his past life. He never got bored of it, not even

a stunt. Don't even mention seeing an arrogant idol get beat up live

the lesson that

long. Otherwise, your fate would be the same as

from the idol that was being carried on a stretcher

camouflage himself perfectly using his Chameleon bloodline

in the field. He immediately switched his normal vision to

Look and behold.

took advantage of the players' distraction during their threshing and bolted away first. He was almost close to finishing half a lap while the rest were still struggling to even leave the pack without being bombed by

four limbs while being completely hidden from both the contestants and the audience who never