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."

response, he took a deep breath and started walking towards the

agitated with each step he took, were actually getting pacified and

on for him to act like this, as he understood himself more

was still far from reaching that

Felix made it into the

form, sitting on a purplish throne

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

of

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

started to bend on their own, making his dazed

me?! Is he controlling

questions in his mind while trying his best

before one of the beings at the top of the universe's social pyramid. Sorry!

stop it?! I don't want to f*cking kneel.' Infuriated, he shouted in his mind with

consciousness lake or close your eyes. Besides those two options, there is nothing much you can do.' She smiled bitterly, 'No one can defy

was extremely indignant about

need to go through this shit just

to stop his

his thoughts only wasn't enough to stop himself from kneeling. Thus, he clenched them with his hands tightly and started

having a weird posture that should have made it easier to lose his balance and fall in any direction.

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

I will let that

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

Thud!

balance and fell backward on his side. Blood was gushing

the waves of pain that had

I would rather cut my four limbs before that

my Felix!" Asna

dignity at the border of

could be felt just like in real life. Thus, the pain

for even a split second. Though he cleaved his legs, the feeling of worship was still intensifying

going to either reduce the feeling or remove it entirely. But Felix wasn't a retard to do

to the Jörmungandr if he was doing so

be giving him promises with his eyes closed? How could the Jörmungandr even believe in him

neither Kneel nor close his eyes. Let's not mention running away by exiting the

forward, and that was to keep resisting

to continue his resistance as the inborn feeling started withdrawing

relieved but actually peeved that he needed to fight his own body like

didn't actually do anything for it to

indignant á mik?"