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 sure that everyone know that it was Felix's

has been built last month and waiting for

late than never." Felix's eyelids twitched as he requested her to send

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

that

...

One week later...

on the barren and desolate surface of the moon. There were hundreds of rows of simple

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

visiting people were seen in this graveyard, the atmosphere was

be seen standing 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 hide his

monument had this

father, grandfather, and friend Robert Maxwell, January 1, 1940 - December 15, 2043.

had yet to say a single word. The billions of graves around him made his heart so heavy,

his inbox, which had his

out about the email and the date it was sent,

on the day he ignored his

how much he tried, he didn't have the courage to open it and

think it's time.' Asna pushed him with a soft tone, 'You are already here

of his grandfather,

having a small closure would help him in his

that there wouldn't be

a deep breath under his spacesuit, Felix clicked on it

//Subject: You've Got This!

My Dear Little Rascal,

life can be tough at times, but I believe in

details about what prompted to start this war but I know that my grandson never does anything without a

alone. You have a support system of friends and family who

on yourself. You've accomplished so much already, and you will continue to do so. Just keep pushing forward, one

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