Supremacy Games

"That's right, it needs to have your name, current integration percentage, element or elements, affinity rating, bloodline's name, tier and rank, and lastly your unlocked abilities in their respectful order." He looked at his bracelet and said, "You have 5 minutes, you may begin!"

'Even better.' Felix smiled pleasantly while filling his profile with the mentioned information.

He was glad that Goerge gave them the liberality to write their own details instead of forcing them into getting scanned by his bracelet.

If he did so, Felix would be forced into disobeying the order to protect the fact he had a 100% affinity rating.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that Felix either had ways to increase his affinity or the Queen's scan was faulty.

It was obvious which one was more believable.

To not put himself in that position, Felix was planning on rejecting any scanning attempts at him. As long as he didn't give the Queen his permission, no one could scan him and figure out his private information.

Truthfully, Goerge made them create their own profiles as he knew that displaying results publicly would only make the team members compare with each other.

He didn't want that as he had no plans to make some members feel shitty about themselves while some feel superior.

That would defy the purpose of making the team united. In fact, it would just make it worse.

It was all fine and dandy to know about each other's abilities, but knowing even the integration percentage and affinity rating? That should be private to oneself.

After a while, Felix finished writing down everything. He swiftly made his hologram visible to only Goerge, showing him what he needed to know and hiding what he didn't.

Even when he downplayed 70% of what he showed, Goerge was still shellshocked by what he read, especially the abilities names.

"What the Hell?!" He couldn't help but exclaim out loud, making everyone look at him strangely.

Indifferent to their looks, Goerge dashed towards Felix and pointed his shaky finger at the shown abilities names, *Advanced Poison Resistance*, *Superstrength*, *Poison Bombs*, and lastly, *Poison Pillars*.

When he first saw Felix's abilities live in the stadium, he believed just like everyone else, that *Poison Bombs* were just *Paralyze Bombs* while, *Poison Pillars* was a sole ability that could put others to sleep or something.

However, after reading 'poison' in them, he knew that he was completely gassed out just like everyone!

"Does your abilities allow you to switch inducements?!" He stuttered as he asked.

"Switch inducements?" Amelia murmured in disbelief.

"What is that?" Walton scratched his red beard as he asked her.

"Hehe, brother Felix can use 5 poison inducements in his abilities." Olivia bragged with her chest puffed out in pride.

After hearing so, Felix just shrugged his shoulders while pointing at Olivia, entailing that she summed it up perfectly.

"The f*ck? does that mean he still didn't use his full strength in the tournament?!"

Aghast and somewhat frightened, Walton exclaimed while staring at Felix with widened eyes. Lena and Amelia figured as much the moment they heard Olivia.

At this point, they honestly didn't know what to feel. Felix just keeps getting bigger and bigger in their eyes, not stopping for a single second to look down at them.

It was obvious that he didn't acknowledge their existence in the team and they were hoping in those two months to change that.

However, the more they knew about him the less confident they got in their chances of achieving so.

Ding! Ding! Ding!...

as Goerge wanted to ask Felix to show him the five inducements

of his composure as he pointed at the residential area, "The entire

and watch them train, be my guest. Just remember my 2nd rule." He turned around

the hologram away and walked in a completely different direction than the residential

from the juniors. From the humongous

wait for me!" Olivia chased after him while waving her hand in the air. Sarah soon followed after

leaving Amelia, Walton, and

...

Crack! Crash! thud!...

hotel suite, an old man with a white beard was

out by

glasses into the wall, uncaring about how he

wanted to jump in and start

Joseph." A middle-aged man with lustrous golden hair and a few wrinkles under his eyes, tabbed with the side of his fist at the table, forcing

seems we still underestimated that junior's strength." The middle-aged man said while massaging

made out of 12 retired S.W.A.T veterans was still not enough for a legendary bloodliner." He shook his head and said, "We can't blame them though as no one expected that his body was

before it even began." Another elder chimed in with a dispirited

breath as he sat on the bed with

he rashly promised Mr. Gama that he was going to bring him a

Mr. Gama didn't tolerate failures or having his expectations brought up just to be

him and giving

However, he could ask his

didn't even need to use supremacy coins as hundred of millions of

Gama?" Joseph lifted his head as he asked, "Should we

we will find another mercenary squad, who is willing to infiltrate that heavily guarded camp." He waved his hand, "Forget about that junior for now and focus on what should we say to

wanted to suggest a

a mouthful after seeing the name of the

Mr. Gama!

"It's him!"

room after Joseph

take it! Don't make him wait."

Cluck!

connected, a deep hoarse

as flat as it could get. Not a single hint of

mouth parted, stamped on

to the point without giving him a single chance to lube the

apologize Mr. Gama, but the squad we sent got wiped out by him

straight to the point answer. He knew that Mr.

understand that your planet's laws won't protect you from having your

elders, making them

still have use for

that the Gama Organization was trying

afford to get fall out with them now,

hiding in the first place? They had no idea, just like they didn't know what the Organization

worthiness." Mr. Gama paused, "Now, when

the middle-aged man and saw him extending three

other side, "Not a single person in the world is going to accept kidnapping a bloodliner from the camp or during the world's battles." He begged, "Please, in three months the battles will be concluded and the juniors chosen will have the

so with full confidence in his prediction. He understood that the entire reason countries were protecting their national team members was in fear of having them getting assassinated before

not a single country would aim at them, as that means harming