Supremacy Games

'Asna, let's get this over with.' Felix said as he closed his eyes shut, wanting to join them in the consciousness space.

"All of you will be lazing around except for me." Asna grumbled as she watched Felix join Thor and Jörmungandr on their table.

"Stop whining, Nimo eats only for a few minutes before going to sleep." Felix retorted as he dealt poker cards to his masters.

Even Lady Sphinx decided to join them.

"You can't be wasting half a year doing nothing but playing cards." Lady Sphinx looked at Felix as she suggested, "I will be giving you books to read only daily basis. You are still lacking when it comes to knowledge about potion-making."

"Will do." Felix agreed.

He recognized that he rarely spent time expanding his horizons on potion-making knowledge due to his rigid time management.

After all, he had three masters to accommodate.

Now that he would be doing nothing but sleeping inside a giant blob of void energy, it was the best chance to devour as much knowledge as possible.

Eee Eeee!

Meanwhile, Nimo was on cloud nine as he kept rolling on the lake with his tongue stretched out like a puppy.

A flood of potent pure void energy kept pouring into his 'stomach', making him feel blessed.

It had been over two months since he tasted void energy again. The void chests had been already finished by him, making him go through a drought.

That made him throw a tantrum that lasted for two seconds...One smack by Asna allowed him to remember that he wasn't entitled to anything in this consciousness space.

This kind of disciple was integrated in his being now.

So, when he hatches from the egg, he would be fearful of Asna's subconsciously even though his spiritual pressure was enough to blow Felix into pieces...

*****

In the royal palace of the Mariana Empire, Prince Balin and Princess Alma could be seen walking elegantly towards a magnificent crystallized gate that was decorated with a dragon head made out of red gems.

"Has father arrived." Prince Balin asked one of the guards in front of the gate.

The guard bowed his head as he replied, "Not yet, your highness."

"How about the rest?" Princess Alma inquired.

"I believe everyone has arrived but the Queen."

of

mind while still showing a courteous expression on the

we go in now?' Princess Alma complained, 'I don't want to make her feel good by being

Balin pushed the gate with a single hand

Princess Alma pouted and followed after

"Good morning everyone."

politely as he looked at his brothers, sisters, concubines, governors, generals, and all the important

sitting on chairs that were placed at the sides

and had only a

was made out of golden gems that

wonder if it was comfortable to sit on it since it had

a seat sculpted out of

little bro." A savvy youthful man with a luxurious piercing on his

else sat in a formal manner and nodded their heads at the royal twins without a

4th brother." Prince Balin wished with his usual polite smile

him without looking at the savvy young man, knowing that if she did, she might end

savvy young man sneered in his mind, 'Keeping acting like you matter.

Families, bloodline purity was everything. No

higher it was, the higher your position would be in the

had the lowest purity due to being born from a commoner

the emperor must not waste his 'seeds' on commoners when

had a harem of concubines

and women with high purity to separate them from the other humans, who use the bloodline

on their bloodline

to grow into adults to unlock those abilities without putting a single needle

since they had given up completely on the integration

a win to the believers of the

not make the breakthrough since it was a life or death one chance, at least they

Alma were the only ones in the royal family, who uses the

would isolate them

and disgusted looks from his brothers and sisters, Prince Balim kept a polite smile as he stared at

open by two guards wearing an ancient knight armor made out of

paid attention to them...Their eyes were affixed on an elderly man in the center, who was followed by a breathtaking

gently hung over a skinny but dignified face. Glistening hexagon-shaped gray eyes, set lightly within their sockets as they watched

and left a

face of Emperor

high among others, despite his current light

captivating about him, perhaps it was his royal presence, or perhaps

in veneration, "Good day, your

mean nothing to you."

the same thing but