Supremacy Games

While the Academy and the network were thrown into mayhem yet again with a single portrait, Felix wasn't even paying attention to any of that.

Instead, he was sweating buckets on a snowy peak in Thor's UVR room.

It was just as big as Jörmungandr's room but was completely different environmentally.

Thunderclouds and toppling snow mountains took most of the space, unlike Jörmungandr's room that was filled with poison swamps.

"Not fast enough!"

Smack!

A thin long bamboo stick smacked Felix's back, leaving behind a long red mark. Felix's back could be seen covered by plenty of them already.

He wasn't bleeding or anything but getting hit sharply like that in such cold weather would make anyone shiver in their places.

"Again!"

Felix sucked in the pain and took a deep breath. Then, he focused on all those tiny holes in his body at the same time and forced them to close without using his mental energy!!

Unfortunately, it took him half a second to achieve so. Thor's displeased expression showed that he didn't like it one bit.

Smack!

"Again!"

Felix gritted his teeth to hold himself from protesting against his abuse. It's been more than three hours since Thor started training him to control his mutation much better.

In the beginning, he was happy that he could finally close those tiny holes and open them up by his will instead of wasting his mental energy.

Alas, his happiness was short-lived as Thor's training regime was more brutal and crude than Jörmungandr's.

While Jörmungandr believed that patience and observation were key to training, Thor was a supporter of a strict iron training system.

His motto was pain meant progress!

Smack!

"Not good enough! Heal up and try again!" Thor yelled with a displeased tone, "It's been three hours already. I managed to do it in my first attempt and even my most retarded descendent did it after a couple of minutes."

"I am not your descendent am I?" Peeved, Felix mumbled to himself but ended up only getting whipped again in his lips!

'F*ck!!'

"Enough bitching around and try again!"

closed his bleeding mouth shut and started concentrating on those tiny

the moment he inherited this mutation, he also inherited the ability to control them just like

was because he never

their ears, noses, or bouncing their chest, while others couldn't do so

access

close and open them in less than a millisecond, they will get

knew that

would be placed against real platinum players, who were

it would be tougher to survive a fight against

couldn't achieve his supersonic mode quickly

bolts striking nearby, Felix kept trying to perfect his control without voicing

the pain and repetition, he could see that he was progressing towards his ideal target at a

....

Later that day...

feeling mentally exhausted after spending half a day getting whipped in a

Thor's method had forced his mind to adapt quickly to avoid the pain. Right now,

had

was booked by Jörmungandr and the following day by Lady

one for Felix to

was melting in bed, Lady Sphinx and the others were discussing their bet in the upcoming game if they ended up

the upcoming yearly primogenitors' games,

during her

react, she smiled faintly at them and announced, "The Void Primogenitor had just contacted me and

his bed with newfound energy at

Thor, who was clearly irked

that he agreed yet." Thor scoffed, "Maybe he just didn't want to reject Lady Sphinx

and I should bring the little thief

Felix pointed at his chest in

"Indeed."

asked for him

with primogenitors long enough

won't care about your secrets even if

should go up and beyond to sell himself to the Void Primogenitor." Thor suggested, "After all, the Void Primogenitor had either few hidden descendants or non at all. So, Felix would be considered as a

how precious it is to primogenitors. If Felix is going to use the Void Primogenitors, he simply couldn't give up on it

already decided to compromise and give up on

active ability as

the element was

her hand and said, "For now, just dress up formally and learn how to talk

they be normal?' Felix was a bit speechless by his antics,

***

and the other primogenitors could be

a black

comfortable in their own cultural