Supremacy Games

Meanwhile, outside of the consciousness, Felix was checking the purplish inscriptions in the mirror with a focused gaze.

He kept trying to decipher the weird-looking letters but to no avail. He even asked the Queen, but she just gave him a negative response as last time.

The only thing he knew was that those inscriptions were the same ones that he saw on Jörmungandr's memories when he was slithering on the peaks of the mountains.

When he asked Asna if they had meaning, she replied with a positive response. This signified that she either had an idea of what they might be or at least saw them somewhere.

However, before asking the stingy Asna, who loved keeping secrets, he was planning to see what the Jörmungandr had in mind about them.

"I wonder what they are talking about." He was filled with curiosity on the matters spoken between Asna and the Jörmungandr, two beings at the top of the universe's pyramid.

He believed that everything that came out of their lips would be some high-level shit that he never heard about before.

He was quite bothered by not getting included in those conversations, which made him feel like he was being left out.

However, Felix was still sensible enough to give them the space they wanted, and he felt that when they see that he was ready, he would be informed by them.

For now? He could only start attempting to harness the poison element even though he smelled like shit.

He wanted to go take a shower, but the inscriptions refused to hide by themselves and he had no idea how to remove them manually.

He tried ordering them with a thought, but it didn't work. Thus, he could only wait until the Jörmungandr finished his conversation with Asna before asking him about the method.

Alas, if only he knew that both of them were currently fighting with mist akin to children playing with snow, he would have cursed them both, dropping all sense of formality.

"Harness the element. Uhmmm."

Thoughtful, Felix sat in a meditation position while having his chin resting on his knuckles. He was pondering on the most plausible ways to achieve so.

However, no matter how hard he thought about it, he always comes back to the belief that he only needed to use his mind to control the elements.

The Jörmungandr only mentioned that he needed to forget about using a single thought to activate an ability. But he didn't reject the notion of using the mind to manipulate the element.

'Let's start simple.' Felix closed his eyes shut and started imagining a string made of poison in his mind.

the

his palm forward, which had a single letter, appearing as 'ⵉ' in the center of

poison string image and the poison energy that was coursing in his

kept giving off orders for the poison energy to gather into his palm and exit

were wholly ignored like he was merely speaking to himself. However, Felix

tiny connection that he

moment he awakened and started absorbing the poison energy, he always felt it existing all over his body. He didn't

to know how much energy he had

was able to do with this feeling. Just know the

control the energy into something

coins were wasted by humans on research to discover

was always blank without any

humans even commissioned this research to the Metal Race

their fine intellect failed

only time where the elemental energy in the humans' bodies gets

believed that with poison manipulation, the energy inside his body would finally start responding to his wishes and order,

he continued on repeating the same sequence over and over again without taking a

by then

The loud noise of their chatter as they walked in the hallway kept resounding in

all, as he simply

already on his 70th attempt, as each time his focus was broken, he had

those attempts, he realized that he was starting to feel the energy in his body clearer and clearer than the

advancements that he noticed, he would have already given on this method and

ignored everything, even his growling stomach, which kept complaining about not feeding it for more

more hours passed by in the blink of

to wear Felix's out. His focus kept being broken, making it almost impossible to

take a dinner break

one, displaying three types of food; green salad, vegetable

the chicken and the soup

card space gets frozen in the same state that it had. And since there were neither elements nor laws in

race would have started universal uber services, delivering clients in

the door, so he wouldn't forget returning them to the cafeteria kitchen, where he 'gently' coax the

"Time for round two."