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."

a deep breath and started walking towards

nerves, which he expected would be agitated with each

something was going on for him to act like this, as he understood himself more than anymore.

still far from reaching that

Felix made it into the

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

for real hit Felix a hundred

he suddenly had feelings of kneeling and kowtowing before his

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

own, making his dazed expression

happening to me?! Is he controlling

and somewhat enraged, He fired off two questions in his mind while trying his best to endure the inborn feeling that was forcing him to kneel before

necessary reaction 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 veins throbbing down his

consciousness lake or close your eyes. Besides those two options, there is nothing much you can

was extremely indignant

human? Why did he need to

disgruntlement and discontentment were doing nothing to stop his trembling knees from inching closer and

felt that resisting his thoughts only wasn't enough to stop himself from kneeling. Thus, he clenched them with

lose his balance and fall in

changed. His knees were adamant about touching

hell, I will let

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 hesitation

Thud!

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

him and the waves of pain that had assaulted his being, Felix merely tightened his lips while giving

my

Felix!" Asna said

expect Felix's resolve to keep his dignity at the border

could be felt just like in real

wince. He just kept gazing at the Jörmungandr without closing his eyes for even a split second. Though he cleaved his legs, the feeling

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

all, on what ground would he be talking to the Jörmungandr if he was doing so

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

Felix could neither Kneel nor close his eyes. Let's not

only one way forward, and that was to keep resisting and resisting until the Jörmungandr

Felix didn't need to continue his resistance as the inborn feeling started withdrawing slowly on

thankful or relieved but actually peeved that he needed to fight

do anything for it to happen pissed him off even

eru indignant á mik?"