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!...

Felix to show him the five inducements that

evening when Adam regroups with us." Goerge regained control of his composure as he pointed at the residential area, "The entire field is going to

train, be my guest. Just remember my 2nd rule." He turned around giving them a strict gaze,

Felix waved the hologram away and walked in a completely

planning to explore the camp until the residential area gets emptied out from the juniors. From

chased after him while waving her hand in the air. Sarah soon followed after her as

leaving Amelia, Walton, and Lena to gaze

...

Crack! Crash! thud!...

an old man with a white

get wiped out by one f*cking person!

the wall, uncaring about how he appeared to the

them wanted to jump in and start venting the boiling magma

enough, elder 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

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

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

before it even began." Another

deep breath as he sat on the

gazing at the floor while thinking about the time he rashly promised Mr. Gama that he was going

Gama didn't tolerate

him and giving him the report

that Mr. Gama could not touch him or send his own people to do so. However, he could ask his own people to set an irresistible bounty on his head anonymous

of millions of dollars

Joseph lifted his head as he asked, "Should we

I believe that Mr. Gama 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

Joseph wanted to suggest a

He gulped a mouthful after

Mr. Gama!

"It's him!"

down in the room after Joseph showed them

him wait." The

Cluck!

call got connected, a deep hoarse voice resounded in the room, making the elders all quiver in their

could get. Not a single hint of emotions could be detected from it. Yet, the elders still got tensed after

mouth parted, stamped on

point without giving him a

squad we sent got wiped out by him an hour

He knew that Mr. Gama's reason for

planet's laws won't protect you from having your heads cleaved when you fail to deliver your

of the elders, making them feel like they

have

sighed in relief after hearing so. They understood that the Gama Organization was

with them now, unless they had plans to inform

the first place? They had no idea, just like they didn't

given one last chance to prove your worthiness."

to the middle-aged man

"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

entire reason countries were protecting their national team members

single country would aim at them, as that means harming the