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 shape, the size, the inducement used, and the duration that it would last. He wanted to be thorough in

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

image and the poison energy that was coursing in his

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

orders were wholly ignored like he was merely speaking to himself. However, Felix didn't lose heart as he continued on his attempts with a composed

lose hope was because of the tiny connection that he had with

he always felt it existing all over his body. He didn't

slight feeling, Felix wouldn't be able to know

thing he was able to do with this feeling.

feeling and control the energy into something

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

final result was always blank without any new

Metal Race years back, but till now, not a single update on the matter was

their fine intellect failed

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

poison manipulation, the energy inside his body would finally start responding

he continued on repeating

by

and entered the residence. The loud noise of their chatter as they walked in the hallway kept resounding

focus wasn't broken at all, as he simply kept repeating

as each time his focus was broken, he had to

that he was starting to feel the energy in

would have already given on

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

passed by in the blink of an

His focus kept being broken, making it

decided to take a dinner break before continuing

food containers next to him. He opened them one by one, displaying three types of food; green salad, vegetable soup, and

for about a week now. Yet, the chicken and the soup were still

frozen in the same state that it had. And since

Worm 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 chef

"Time for round two."