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

pointed

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

he truly left, Felix waved the hologram away and walked in a completely different direction than the

gets emptied out from the juniors. From the humongous size of the camp, there were many

chased after him while waving her

main team each went in their own direction, leaving Amelia, Walton, and Lena to gaze at Felix's back, having absolutely no idea

...

Crack! Crash! thud!...

hotel suite, an old man with a white beard was trashing the entire bedroom,

out by one

cheeks while throwing empty glasses into the wall, uncaring about how he appeared to the rest of the elders

of them wanted to jump in and start venting the boiling magma

man with lustrous golden hair and a few wrinkles under his eyes, tabbed with the side of his fist at

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

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

it even began." Another

deep breath as he sat on the bed with

the time he rashly promised Mr. Gama

reason he was furious. He knew that Mr. Gama didn't tolerate failures or having his expectations brought up

and giving him the report

touch him or send his own people to do so. However, he could ask his own people to set

to use supremacy coins as hundred of millions of dollars were more

are we going to say to Mr. Gama?" Joseph lifted his head as he asked, "Should we delay

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

wanted to suggest a solution, his

He gulped a mouthful after

Mr. Gama!

"It's him!"

down in the room after Joseph showed them the

him wait." The

Cluck!

deep hoarse voice

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

mouth parted, stamped on how he should

Gama asked him straight to the point without giving him

squad we sent got

that Mr. Gama's reason for asking even though he knew what

with primitive natives. You still don't understand that your planet's laws won't protect you from having your heads

of the elders, making them feel like they were

have use

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

couldn't afford to get fall out with them now, unless they had plans to inform

the first place? They had no idea,

last chance to prove your worthiness." Mr. Gama paused,

turned to the middle-aged man and saw

bloodliner from the camp or during the world's battles." He begged, "Please, in

were protecting their national team members was in fear of having them getting assassinated before obtaining a representative

country would aim at them, as that means