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 duration that it would

a clear image in his mind, he extended his palm forward,

between the poison string image and the poison

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

was merely speaking to himself. However, Felix didn't lose heart as he continued on his attempts

was because of the tiny connection that he had

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

this slight feeling, Felix wouldn't be able to know how much energy he had or how much he

do with this feeling. Just know the capacity,

and control the energy into something more. But,

of coins were wasted by humans on research to discover a way to take advantage of that

final result was always blank

it was published in the UVR that the humans even commissioned this research to the Metal Race years back, but till now, not a single update on the matter was

the Metal Race with their fine intellect failed

set in stone that the only time where the elemental energy in

his body would finally start responding to his wishes and order,

his first attempts kept ending up in failure, he continued on repeating the same sequence over and over again

went by

their daily practice and entered the residence. The loud noise of their chatter as they walked in

he simply kept repeating the exact same

each time his focus

realized that he was starting to feel the energy

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

even his growling stomach, which kept complaining about not feeding

hours passed by in the blink of an

out. His focus kept being broken, making it almost impossible to continue

decided to take a dinner break before

one, displaying three

about a week now. Yet, the chicken and the soup were still puffing out steam, like they were just cooked half an

had. And since

would have started universal uber services,

door, so he wouldn't forget returning

"Time for round two."