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.

thought of the shape, the size, the inducement used, and the duration

a clear image in his mind, he extended his palm forward, which had a single letter, appearing as 'ⵉ' in

between the poison string image and

the poison energy to gather into his palm and exit through the pores before shaping it into the

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

tiny connection that he had with the poison energy in

all over his body. He didn't know how to

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

able to do with this feeling. Just know the capacity, nothing more, nothing

never tested before to use this feeling and control the energy into something more. But, his attempts ended up in failure just like

research to discover a way to take advantage of that

result was always blank without

that the humans even commissioned this research to the Metal Race years back, but till now, not a single update on

their fine intellect

where the elemental energy in the humans' bodies gets

his body would finally start responding to his wishes and order, moving and shaping as he willed

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

by

the residence. The loud noise of

he simply kept repeating the exact

70th attempt, as each time his focus was broken,

during those attempts, he realized that he was starting to feel the

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

stomach, which kept complaining about not feeding it for more than a half a day

by in the blink of

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

he decided to take a dinner break before

opened them one by one, displaying three types of food; green salad,

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

the same state that it had. And since there were neither elements nor laws in the spatial card, only

race would have started universal

ate his fill, he put the containers next to the door, so he wouldn't forget returning them to the cafeteria kitchen, where

"Time for round two."