Supremacy Games

14 days later...

Inside the training room, Felix was standing right in the center of a wide arena.

He snapped his finger and twenty bots surrounded him in a 20-meter radius. Just as he was about to give the order to start the training, his AP bracelet started ringing.

"Here it comes." After seeing who the caller was, Felix merely sighed and picked up, greeting in pure delight, "Grandpa! You finally called. I thought you forgot about me after regaining your vigor."

"Heh, as much as I want to bicker with you kid, I have other important matters to handle." Robert didn't waste a single second as he asked him with a stern voice, "Be quick, are you coming today or tomorrow?"

"Cough, neither, Cough!" Felix swiftly added after hearing his grandfather's heavy breathing, "The hotel just started the remodeling, I can't leave it yet. But, I promise that I will arrive on the day of the final tournament."

"Felix, are you trying to anger me to death?!" Robert shouted, "Do you f*cking think I don't know that you spend your entire time in the UVR!" Just as Felix braced himself for getting chided, he heard his grandfather calm sigh, "I don't care what you do inside the UVR, but from time to time do check on the real-world situation a bit."

'What does he mean?' Felix wondered to himself. But in his situation, he never actually wondered alone, as Asna was always listening to him, waiting for such a beautiful mess ups to belittle him.

'Do you have the memory of a goldfish or what?' She snickered, 'Did you forget already what happened in the world during this month?'

'This month?'

Numb to her belittling tone, Felix dug through his memories, trying to remember exactly what both of them meant.

It didn't take him even a split second before those memories surfaced on his mind. They were always there, they just never crossed his mind. Now, that they did, his eyes widened in stupefaction.

'F*ck me!! How could I forget about that!'

"Felix, you still there?! You better come tomorrow if you want to catch a flight with us." Robert informed him sternly, "We will send a jet to bring you home."

"Can't you just send a jet to pick me up 15 days later during the final tournament?" Felix asked with a ray of hope in his tone.

"Why ask when you know my answer?" Robert laughed, "We all want to see you as soon as possible. Don't you miss us as well?"

"I am going to hang up. I need to pack my stuff." Too annoyed to respond, Felix shooed Robert away and requested the Queen to log him out, not even finishing his daily training.

Tshshs!

to dress up. He pulled his suitcase from under his bed, and start packing up some

her that he was leaving tomorrow to attend the competition. Leila asked him if he wanted extra guards on his VR Pod after he leaves, to which he

take it with him inside his spatial card. It was big enough to hold the pod. After all, it

hung up. He pulled the pod's cable from the wall's outlet and

room, he sat on his bed and requested the Queen to show him the most popular

checked on what was going on his own planet. The fact he was living on an island isolated from the public, made it even easier to lose touch with the

"As expected."

his hands while watching a reporter interviewing a grey-bearded old man, who was surrounded by

people clustered, pushing and pulling each other. It

Felix sighed at that sight and refocused on the reporter, who appeared like he was about to be a victim

had been chosen to attend the nation's qualifiers." The reporter pushed the mic near the old man's face while asking, "How do you feel about

a vigorous manner, "You should have seen it! He

we get it already!" The old man's son, who pushed through the crowd, swiftly pulled his excited father away from the reporter. He couldn't believe that his father has just laid down his son's

slight chance of rising above the rest of the participants, he needed to

son was merely one average participant from a thousand of awakened commoners, who were nurtured in public government camps, sons of nouveau rich families,

affinity rating get tested in public assessment centers, which were being built like mushrooms all

50% or above were able to join public

training camp. Though, the competition inside them was beyond vicious, as

he wasn't born a commoner on earth. Otherwise, he would have needed to spend at least two-months struggling in a camp to just secure a rare bloodline, and then 6 months of hell to secure a qualifier

the awakeners to join

juniors, attempting to awaken. Thus, the national team battle was split into three

which tournaments raged in them

was obviously the qualifiers competition that was going to start tomorrow in Florida. Each camp sent 10

of juniors reached a whopping 500! They would have to compete with each other for the

The Maxwell family's team was going to join this tournament straightaway,

nurtured their own people with the best resources

to the final tournament as compensation. But honestly, they would have got it either way. After all, there was no way those noble families would accept to send their

competition was the reason the airport behind the reporter was packed to the brim with

Florida where the main venue

the very first time was about to cripple the