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.

Malak must have backed Mars' idea heavily and made

been built last

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

spent over ten trillion coins on this spaceship and he geared it up so hard for

expect that it

...

One week later...

desolate surface of the moon. There were hundreds of rows of simple monuments standing

with only the names or symbols etched onto

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

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

grave's monument had

friend Robert Maxwell, January 1, 1940 - December 15, 2043. Rest in

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

and opened his inbox,

and the date

it was sent on the day he

he didn't have the courage to open it and read it, knowing that it was the last spoken words by his

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 home

would help him in his journey

be forever closed.' Felix knew that there wouldn't

under his spacesuit, Felix clicked on it and began reading

//Subject: You've Got This!

My Dear Little Rascal,

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 the past and

this war but I know that my grandson never does anything without a reason no matter how small or big it

not alone. You have a support system of friends and family who believe in

and don't be too hard on yourself. You've accomplished so

cornered, just remember that I am always by your side no matter