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!...

to show him the five inducements that he had, he got

will carry this conversation in the 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 be packed

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

away

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

him while waving her hand in the

main team each went in their own direction, leaving Amelia, Walton, and Lena to

...

Crack! Crash! thud!...

exquisite hotel suite, an old man with a white beard was

you get wiped out by

the elder kept screaming with flushed cheeks while throwing empty glasses into the wall, uncaring about how he appeared to the rest

them wanted to jump in and start

and a few wrinkles under his eyes, tabbed with the side of his fist at the table,

junior's strength." The middle-aged

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

failed mission before it even began."

Joseph took a deep breath as he sat

rashly

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

terrified about contacting him and giving him the report of the

send his own people to do so. However, he could ask

need to use supremacy coins as hundred of millions of dollars were more than enough for

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

will find another mercenary squad, who is willing to infiltrate that heavily

we..." Just as Joseph wanted to suggest a solution, his AP

a mouthful after

Mr. Gama!

"It's him!"

down in the room after Joseph showed

take it! Don't make him wait." The

Cluck!

call got connected, a deep hoarse voice resounded in the

as it could get. Not a single hint of emotions could be detected from

had his mouth parted, stamped

without giving him a single

sent

to the point answer. He knew that Mr. Gama's reason for asking even though he knew what happened

don't understand that your planet's laws

sending chills in the back of the elders, making

you still have use for

after hearing so. They understood that the Gama Organization was trying

out with them now, unless they had plans to inform another family about their

why they were hiding in the first place? They had no idea, just like

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

the middle-aged man and saw him extending three

a bloodliner from the camp or during

He understood that the entire reason countries were protecting their national team members was

would aim at them, as that