Supremacy Games

Two days later...

Felix was sitting on the carpet, huffing through his mouth with bloodshot eyes. Sweat was dripping down his entire body's pores akin to a fountain. However, a relieved expression was shown on Felix's face.

He was relieved because he actually remained conscious after finishing integrating with 3%, making him reach 99%!

He finally made it to the origin purity! Yet, not a single hint of excitement could be seen on his face.

Instead, he hastily brought himself back to peak form with the rejuvenation potions and started glancing around him with a paranoid expression.

Neither Felix nor Asna knew when or where the Jörmungandr was going to pop off, and this sense of the unknown was creeping him out as he kept feeling like someone was going to jump at him from behind.

Fortunately? Minutes went by, and nothing was heard inside the room besides Felix's loud heartbeats.

He was getting agitated by the second, as he always hated this f*cking feeling of the calm before the storm.

In the end, almost two hours had gone by, and Felix couldn't help but start to relax his tensed shoulders.

He didn't dare to believe it, but the Jörmungandr truly didn't show himself!

Just as he began believing that Asna might have been talking out of her ass like always, he heard her crying out loud in his mind, 'FEEELIX HEEEELP!'

"Shit! He is in my consciousness!!" Worried, Felix immediately laid down on his bed and closed his eyes.

He didn't know what was happening in his consciousness to make Asna beseech help like that, and he wasn't planning on remaining passive!

....

The moment Felix opened his eyes, he stood up above the consciousness lake and began sprinting towards the mist mansion.

Since it was quite close, Felix reached its premise in a jiffy.

He looked at its gate and noticed that Asna was leaning against the wall while peeking with her head at the inside of the mansion.

"I am here. Are you okay?!" He asked in his mind while approaching her carefully.

The moment Asna heard his voice, she dashed towards him with an aggrieved expression like she just got bullied and wanted him to seek justice.

After reaching his side, she pointed her shaky finger at her mansion and cried loudly, "The old snake showed up while I was watching my drama, scaring me to the death!" She put on a long face as she added, "He even kicked me out of my house and told me to be a good girl and stay outside until he deals with you."

Felix's eyelids kept twitching the more he heard her speak. Here he was worried that she was attacked by the Jörmungandr or something. But, it was obvious that she was overreacting after getting kicked out of her mansion.

"Asna." He looked deeply into her eyes and said in vexation, "My emotions are truly wasted on you."

waiting for her response, he took a deep breath and started walking towards the mansion. He

nerves, which he expected would be agitated with each step he took, were actually

that something was going on for him to act like this, as he understood himself more than anymore. Being calm and collected in such a

was still far from reaching that level of emotional

into the

his eyes landed on the Jörmungandr in his human form, sitting on a purplish throne

he appeared the same as Felix saw in the memories. However, seeing him for real hit Felix a hundred times harder than just seeing a reflection in the

of kneeling

like a whisper that comes and goes, but as seconds went by, the feeling intensified to the point, Felix

to bend on their own, making his dazed expression wrap

to me?! Is he controlling

trying his best to endure the inborn feeling that was forcing him to

at the interaction further away, 'Your own body is showing the necessary reaction before one of the

kneel.' Infuriated, he shouted in his mind with

options, there is nothing

extremely

he was born a human? Why did he need to go through this shit just because his rank on the hierarchy was at

disgruntlement and discontentment were doing nothing to stop his trembling knees

from kneeling. Thus,

posture that should have made it easier to lose his balance and

pulling and pulling...The result? Nothing changed. His knees were adamant about touching the

I will let

misty butcher knife with a deranged expression and cleaved both of his legs in one single sweep, showing not a single hint of hesitation

Thud!

fell backward on his side. Blood was gushing out of his wounds akin to a dam being

had assaulted his being, Felix merely tightened his lips while giving the Jörmungandr a

rather cut my

Asna

keep his dignity at the border of

that in this space, everything could be felt just like in real

gazing at the Jörmungandr without closing his eyes for even a split

closing his eyes was going to either reduce the feeling or remove it entirely.

would he be talking to the Jörmungandr

him promises with his eyes closed? How could the Jörmungandr even believe in him when he couldn't even look at him

nor close his eyes.

was to keep resisting and resisting until the Jörmungandr approved

resistance as the inborn feeling started

that he needed to fight his own body like he

the Jörmungandr didn't actually do anything for it

mik?" The Jörmungandr asked