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!...

five inducements that he had, he got interrupted

pointed at the residential area, "The entire field is going to be packed soon with the juniors. And we are not planning to

train, be my guest.

hologram away and

the juniors. From the humongous

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

rest of the main team each went in their own direction, leaving Amelia, Walton, and Lena

...

Crack! Crash! thud!...

a white beard was trashing the entire bedroom, destroying anything in

out by one f*cking person!

screaming with flushed cheeks while throwing empty glasses into the wall, uncaring

them wanted to jump

hair and a few wrinkles under his eyes, tabbed with the side of his

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

would have thought that a full mercenary squad made out of 12 retired S.W.A.T veterans was still not enough for a legendary

began." Another elder chimed in with a dispirited

a deep breath as he sat on the bed with his head

rashly promised Mr. Gama that

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

was terrified about contacting him and giving him the report of the failed kidnapping

so. However, he could ask his own people to set an irresistible bounty on

use supremacy coins as hundred of millions of dollars were more than enough for Joseph's

head

received the news earlier than us." The middle-aged man sighed as he added, "Plus, there is no way 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

as Joseph wanted to suggest a solution, his

gulped a mouthful after seeing

Mr. Gama!

"It's him!"

room after Joseph showed them the ID

take it! Don't make him

Cluck!

a deep hoarse voice resounded in the room, making the

tone used was as flat as it could get. Not a single hint of emotions could be

mouth parted, stamped on how he should

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

but the squad we sent got wiped out by

Joseph decided to come clean and give a straight to the point answer. He knew that Mr. Gama's reason for asking even though he knew what

I abhor dealing with primitive natives. You still don't understand that your planet's laws won't protect

chills in the back of the elders, making them feel

have use for my

the Gama Organization

with them now,

had no idea, just like they didn't know what the Organization did to

one last chance to prove your worthiness." Mr. Gama paused, "Now, when should I expect my legendary

middle-aged man

to accept kidnapping a bloodliner from the camp or during the world's battles." He begged, "Please, in three months the battles

countries were protecting their national team

they got one, not a single country would aim at them, as that means harming the planet's chance of