Supremacy Games

Vrrr Vrrr!

Just as Felix logged out and wanted to jump into the void realm, his AP bracelet vibrated. Felix glanced at the screen and noticed that it was a call from Malak!

"Malak..." Felix's eyes dimmed up a bit and accepted the call right away.

He already knew that Malak was alive since she was situated in the dwarven's galaxy for the sake of his new spaceship during the incident.

He was more than happy about this...But, he knew that she must have been heartbroken as well because of the death of Erik, and the rest of his subordinates.

'I can't hide from everyone's judging eyes forever.' Felix toughened his heart and accepted the call.

"Sir Felix!" Malak appeared on the holographic screen with a shocked expression, seeming like she wasn't expecting the call to be picked up.

"How are you holding up?" Felix asked softly.

"I am doing alright..." Malak smiled wryly, "It was tough in the first months."

"I am sorry for not being there."

"You don't have to apologize...I am just relieved that nothing bad happened to you." Malak sighed in relief.

"It was bad for me too." Felix smiled faintly, "But, I have managed to pull through."

Knowing that Felix must be feeling extreme guilt for the incident, Malak decided to switch the subject.

"You know, I have been acting as your spokesperson in the Federation's Council to make sure that no one would dare pull a fast one by taking advantage of the situation." Malak stated.

"Good work."

Felix was satisfied with her efforts as he knew that many vultures in the council would have taken the chance to bury down the solar system after the destruction of Earth.

Mars' idea heavily and made

last month and waiting for delivery." Malak

eyelids twitched as he requested her to send it to the moon, where

coins on this spaceship and he geared it up so

that it would

...

One week later...

graveyard could be seen built on the barren and desolate surface of the moon. There were hundreds of rows of simple monuments standing out against the stark lunar

moondust with only the names or symbols etched onto them as indications of the individuals who

visiting people were seen in this graveyard, the atmosphere was just

with a solemn and a bit depressed expression in front of a grave. He was holding a bouquet of flowers and wearing a hoodie to

grave's monument had this writing on

Maxwell, January 1, 1940 - December 15, 2043. Rest in peace, you will forever

an hour now and he had yet to say a single word. The billions

he reached out to his AP bracelet and opened his inbox, which had

marked as unread...When Felix first found out about the email and the date it was sent, he

it was sent on the day

didn't have the courage to open it and

Asna pushed him with a soft tone, 'You are already here and it's best to give yourself a small

his heart about the death of his grandfather, the earthlings, and his

him in his journey in the

knew that there wouldn't be an any

spacesuit, Felix clicked

//Subject: You've Got This!

My Dear Little Rascal,

you how amazing and strong you are. I know life can be tough at times, but I believe in you and your abilities. You have overcome so many obstacles in

know many details about what prompted to start this war but I know that my grandson never does anything without a reason no matter how small

a support system of

for self-care, and don't be too hard on yourself. You've accomplished so much already, and you will continue to do

that I am always by your side no matter how long the distance that