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!"

his bleeding mouth shut and started

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

was because he never found access to

capable of moving their ears, noses, or bouncing their chest, while others

showed Felix the way to access it but the speed wasn't up

less than a millisecond, they will get you killed!" Thor shouted as he whipped Felix

that he was

would be placed against real platinum players, who were

abilities, and it would be tougher

his supersonic mode quickly

striking nearby, Felix kept trying to perfect his

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

....

Later that day...

bed, feeling mentally exhausted after spending half a day getting whipped in a freezing

avoid the pain. Right now, he could close

had to repeat this training

by Jörmungandr and the following

one for Felix to freely train any

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

the upcoming yearly

during her sentence and started nodding

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

with newfound energy at the sound

Jörmungandr immediately smiled smugly while eying Thor, who was clearly irked by

say that he agreed yet." Thor scoffed, "Maybe he just didn't want

should bring the little thief

me?" Felix pointed at his

"Indeed."

know why exactly he asked for him

long

you anything just answer truthfully." Jörmungandr advised, "He won't care about your secrets even if you

himself to the Void Primogenitor." Thor suggested, "After all, the Void Primogenitor had either few hidden

is to primogenitors. If Felix is going to use the Void Primogenitors, he simply couldn't give

decided to compromise and give up on a slot for another perfect

a peak active ability as well, his 3rd replacement stage would honestly be

if the

in the meeting." Lady Sphinx waved her hand and said, "For now, just dress up formally and learn

a bit speechless by his antics, feeling like he was about

***

primogenitors could be

a black tuxedo,

comfortable in their own cultural