Supremacy Games

1586 Two Decades Later...

Everyone was left speechless at the clones' blatant disrespect, feeling second-hand embarrassment for Lord Marduk.

"Stop speaking for immediately and don't bow no more."

Felix swiftly tried to redeem the situation, not wanting to disrespect Lord Marduk by ordering his clones around.

The clones listened to Felix's orders like they were god-sent decrees.

"How? How does this make any sense?" Lord Marduk stood before his clones with a deep sense of bafflement.

He could sense his senses were completely cut off from his clones like they were stand-alone people.

This shouldn't have happened since he was creating them with an elemental ability, not a law-based ability...In other words, they needed his constant supply of elemental energy to survive.

"I think evil energy is fueling their existence." Felix shared.

He didn't make a guess, he could feel the clones' evil energy attempting to suck off purities from the area to sustain their hosts' existence.

"It makes sense, evil energy is like a parasite that attaches itself to the soul." Lady Sphinx nodded, "I believe if you ordered it to stop, the clones would eventually die out on their own unless you ordered them to self-sustain themselves through neutral energy conversion."

"I don't want anything to do with this." Felix addressed Lord Marduk, "If you want them to die out, just say the word."

While having two perfect clones of Lord Marduk was a massive deal, Felix had no interest in keeping them around if Lord Marduk didn't approve of it.

It was too much of a cowardly move after he trusted him to join his team and offered his assistance wholeheartedly without pulling back.

"I don't care you keeping one." He shrugged his shoulders, "You can use him to create natural treasures, minerals, and purities for you to consume...It will save me a lot of trouble of creating new clones to do those jobs."

"Are you serious?" Felix raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Felix knew that if he were in his position, he would never allow his clones to be under someone's else leadership regardless of his identity.

However, Lord Marduk seemed to have a different thought process.

all...Instead of letting them go and wasting all of my efforts in creating them, you might as well use one of

you don't mind me asking?" Fenrir

to stay, he might as

able to utilize them." Elder Kraken answered the question for him, "Each time he split his soul to create a new clone, even if it recovered, it would never really be at 100% of its strength. The only way to have it 100%

other orders, he could have a limited number of clones each time

Felix and the others to have a much deeper

ownership of part of his soul, and all

in the cause and he was showing that he would do anything to make

his head in gratitude as he gave him his word, "I vow you, your clone

that."

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Two months later...

Felix prepared for a monumental transformation. He stood amidst the stars, a

channel his energy, focusing on the task

started to grow, expanding exponentially until he towered

that it warped the very fabric of space

this gargantuan form, he assumed a meditation position, a serene

unimaginable proportions, within which lies a mountain of natural treasures and elemental minerals, each one a rare and potent

size, was filled to the brim with these treasures,

held within it the collection of the primogenitors, his friends, and even his

must be worth hundreds of empires' and

to his lips...Then, he consumed the entire collection of natural treasures and elemental

his colossal form, Felix closed his eyes, his

a deep slumber

had to do this if he wanted to digest the

even in his slumber as he had already

passive neutral energy absorption. When added to elemental expansion, he could remain in

Felix had placed his main consciousness in deep slumber, the hundreds of his clones weren't going to

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by slowly for some and fast for others...Before one could realize it, over two decades passed in the cosmic realm, a period marked by

of quiescence, the universe did not stand

liberation of the Watchers' race

the Watchers, beings of profound