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 size, the inducement used, and the duration that it would last. He wanted

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

image and the poison energy that was

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

However, Felix didn't lose heart

reason he didn't lose hope was because of the tiny connection that

it existing all over his body. He didn't know how to control it,

slight feeling, Felix wouldn't be able to

the only thing he was able to do with this feeling. Just know the capacity,

use this feeling and control the energy into something more. But, his attempts ended up in failure just like every

on research to discover a way to take advantage of that tiny

final result was always blank

commissioned this research to the Metal Race years back, but till now, not a single

the Metal Race with their fine intellect failed to

that the only time where the elemental energy

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

kept ending up in failure, he continued on

by

residence. The loud noise of their chatter as they walked in the

he simply kept

time his focus was broken,

starting to feel the energy in his body clearer and clearer than

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

his growling stomach, which kept complaining about not feeding it for more than

passed by in

His focus kept being broken, making it almost

decided to take a dinner break before continuing

beamed three sealed shut food containers next to him. He opened them one by one, displaying

a week now. Yet, the chicken and the

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

it wasn't for so, the Space Worm race would have started universal uber services, delivering

his fill, he put the containers next to the door, so he wouldn't forget returning them to the cafeteria kitchen, where he 'gently' coax the chef to cook him

"Time for round two."