Novel & Cerita Supremacy Games

“Basahin ko mga comments niyo mamaya, salamat po sa mga nagse-send ng star, and hi sa mga bagong viewers!” He straightened his back on his gaming chair and stretched his neck for a bit before going back to the game. Ang kasalukuyang ranked game nila ay Search and Destroy. The first team has to plant the bomb and successfully destroy the target while the other do their best to defuse, killing the enemies in the process to fulfill their objective.

The only way to gain a title is to be born into it or win it in battle. Bradley had no children, and according to Chad, it’s sweet Amalea who killed the gamma, or her mysterious comrades he doesn’t know who are, so unless they want to make her their gamma, there’ll likely be a tournament to find the strongest warrior to take up the title. I somehow doubt Chad will come out victorious.

The tournament organizers and supervisors were here, with high priestess Hera leading them to the high table. Once they settled into their seats, high priestess Hera stood in front of the podium, finally breaking the silence. “Champions of the realms… Welcome to the Wolfville Blood Games. Today, history turns its gaze once more to the brave souls who will fight, think, and bleed for glory. Not just for themselves, but for the pride of their people.” She paused and scanned the gathering, the silence still intact.

They need to play around until they will have the chance, especially Princess Neoma to kill the Vampire Supremo. “To hell with the rules, Timodore! I am the Vampire Supremo. I make my own rules. Your daughter is the next Suprema Queen as stated in the prophecy and by that, she belongs to me!” the Vampire Supremo said aloud. “We cannot allow that at this time Vampire Supremo. Princess Neoma is soon to be a Luna Queen and not the Suprema Queen,” still the voice of King Timodore was calm. His stance is collected. Seeing that the Glodeous King was not just joking around, the Vampire Supremo’s anger surged to its maximum heights. He then shouted, “Men, get Princess Neoma!”

She was the host of the Supreme Conference. Gonggong looked around the audience with a faint smile. "Everyone, the Supreme Conference is being held for the first time in thousands of years. This is definitely an unprecedented event in the history of The Nine Continents. Let me talk about the rules. Only one person is allowed to participate from each of the forces and the winner will receive The Nine Continents Medal." The audience broke out in an uproar. ‘That's not right. Didn't it say that the first place winner will get the honor of being the Nine Continents Supreme? How did the prize become a medal?’ they wondered.

But how could he fight against such overwhelming power? In frustration, Gale gripped the iron bars of his cell and tried to shake it to vent his anger. To his astonishment, the bars bent under his hands. "What...?" He stared at the deformed metal bar in disbelief. "How was this possible?" But then, a notification sound that only he can hear came answering his question. Thinking about the weird system again, it immediately displayed before his eyes. [Ranking Up Status: 100%] [Ranking Up Complete]

As Legacies, we have a lot of traditions. And of our many traditions, the most important one is selecting “The Game.” The story goes that The Game first started as a way to enhance cooperation and competition among the Legacies. After leaving the school, many cohorts continue the game into the real world. What happens here at school is just practice. When we graduate from the Academy, each of us is ready to take a spot in the leadership of our family and the True Game that follows. “Shall we begin?” I look around to see that everyone has settled. “Any proposals or addendums since our last meeting?

* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice. I finally understood the essence of this game. Play the White Moonlight? Die. Play the Maid? Die. Play the Family? Die. As long as you are "human," as long as you approach him with a goal, you are a dead end. Because in his eyes, "human" is synonymous with betrayal. I want to win. So I can't be human. "System," I gripped the hourglass tightly. "I don't want a physical body." [Player Halen, your request violates the rules.]

"The narrative wants me to perform, to rage, to prove their monster real. I will disappoint them. I will win without cruelty. I will survive without becoming what they need me to become." But the Games were not merely Games anymore. Every duel was cover for surveillance, every match a stage for recruitment, every victory or defeat a data point in the Council's calculation of who could be bought, who could be broken, who could be turned into the particular weapon they needed for the sequence they were still writing, still editing, still forcing toward its predetermined end.

No matter what age or gender can't be spared in the least. Even those who can't protest were caged like animals just so the dominion could use them as they please. What a typical 'conqueror' gameplay. He played this sort of games at times but since he felt this was something that he couldn't handle, he quitted. However, the knowledge and experience of playing such games led him to know some of the important points. One, the big nations always have some sort of feud. Of course, they'd fight for power and influence.