Supremacy Games

"Elder, please reconsider your decision." Felix said, very serious.

"No." The Jörmungandr waved his hand at Felix, "No matter what you say, I have no plans to revive."

"If you have absolutely no plans on reviving now, then please stay in my consciousness for a couple of years." Felix promised, "If nothing that you saw during those years made you change your mind, then I won't bother you anymore with this matter. Please!"

Boom!

"No is a no!" The Jörmungandr struck the armchair with his palm, creating a loud soundwave, which raptured Felix's ears wide open!

Yet, Felix just snapped his finger and replaced the broken ones before continuing with a beseeching look, "Just two years! That's nothing compared to the billions of years that the elder had lived!"

"You stubborn piece of a block!" The Jörmungandr glared at Felix, hoping to scare him off into changing his stance.

Alas, Felix just continued negotiating, "One Year! Just one year! It's the same as a blink of an eye for the elder."

Felix gestured with a glance for Asna to back him up. Alas, she completely ignored it and simply kept playing with her nails in boredom.

Assist him? What crack was he on?

She literally told him before that she didn't want to share this tiny consciousness space with anyone, not even the Jörmungandr. Yet, here he was trying his best to invite him on his own discord!

If she wasn't confident that Jörmungandr was never going to change his mind, she would have already started cursing Felix.

Alas, her confidence was shattered after hearing the Jörmungandr murmur, "One year? Uhmmm."

Seeing that the Jörmungandr was actually pondering on the matter instead of rejecting at once, Asna felt a sudden shiver at the thought of him actually agreeing.

"It's just a single year, elder probably won't even notice it before it ends."

Felix kept striking the iron while it's hot, trying his best to convince the Jörmungandr. He just needed for the Jörmungandr to accept and by then, he could introduce him to the new entertainments in the UVR.

Felix didn't know if one year was enough to make the Jörmungandr addicted to the liveliness of the present era, but he was willing to try his utmost effort to help the Jörmungandr regain the will to live again.

That was the least he could do to repay the Jörmungandr.

Seconds went by then minutes. Both Felix and Asna were holding their breaths in anticipation of the Jörmungandr's answer.

One was praying to hear a 'yes' and the other 'no'.

Before long, the Jörmungandr broke out of his daze and replied with a gentle smile, "Then don't mind my intrusion."

"YES!"

This can't

excitement, Asna

promptly pointed her finger at the Jörmungandr and yelled in irritation, "You old snake! How could you listen to a mortal? You brought shame to the primogenitors'

Jörmungandr merely chuckled, paying no heads

of having the Jörmungandr with him

whether the secrets of the cosmos or the

grin was stiffened after realizing that he had absolutely no idea how to

to use abilities and such, do I simply

abilities with just thought like you do with your

element manipulation simply meant thinking about ability and it shall manifest on

there was more to the poison manipulation than just

can I create my own

energy to your own will." The Jörmungandr shook his head, "If you can't even do

eyebrows as

only when you face a hurdle that you can't overcome. By then, don't bother me with

up and bowed one last to the

dismissively, "You can leave us now. I have some matters to discuss with

gave Asna a warning glance

showed him the middle finger while cursing

left, the Jörmungandr smiled gently at Asna and asked, "Which room

sneered while pointing at the

The Jörmungandr nodded his head,

the mansion. He pointed his finger at the empty space in

call, the mist began to rise from the lake in a slow

first to start manifesting one by one in a

rose after, connecting

those pillars

the walls, pillars, floor, and ceiling, giving them each plenty of artistic details, which made

a humongous status of his serpent form were created as well, giving the palace the dignity of

being built by mist, the Jörmungandr was still somewhat satisfied by the

than necessary as he truly

Asna's mansion, which appeared like a roughly built shack

coining Asna's house as a mansion was merely to stroke her ego a bit. But in reality? What kind of mansion would have only a f*cking bed and

her for it. Yet,

Asna mind

palace, "I told you to

her an honest look as he said, "But, this is the smallest house that I lived

like he was humble-bragging