Supremacy Games Chapter 2: Fresh Start

A forgotten resort hotel sat nestled near a beach on a secluded island in the heart of the northern Pacific Ocean.

Within the shadows of a dimly lit suite, a young man bolted upright. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he gasped for air, his lungs working in heavy, rhythmic bursts.

His fingers dug into his scalp, clutching his head with desperate force. He was trying to suppress the agonizing pain that had ambushed his mind during his slumber.

"Aruugh!!!!"

The futile struggle ended quickly. Releasing a piercing shriek, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed onto the mattress, unconscious once more.

The scream echoed through the door, alerting the guards stationed outside. One guard immediately burst into the suite, handgun drawn, and sprinted toward the sleeping quarters.

"Young master Felix, are you alright?" he shouted. Silence was his only answer. Reaching the bedroom, he didn't hesitate and kicked the door wide open.

Peering cautiously into the room, he spotted Felix. The young man lay motionless on the bed, surrounded by a puddle of perspiration so vast it looked as though someone had relieved themselves on the sheets.

Had Felix's cousins witnessed this pathetic display, they would have relentlessly mocked him to his grave.

The bodyguard rushed to the bedside, pressing his fingers against Felix's neck to check for a pulse. A sigh of relief escaped him when he confirmed the boy was alive, merely passed out.

He was well aware that the family would have his head if any permanent harm came to Felix while he was on duty.

Barking into the room service phone, he commanded, "I need a tonic to revive an unconscious person immediately. You have five minutes. Move!"

Six minutes passed...

The pungent, foul odor of the tonic assaulted Felix’s nostrils, dragging him back to the waking world. He blinked groggily, his vision blurred.

'Who am I? Where is this? And who is this man staring at me like I'm his own flesh and blood? Is he my father? God, he's hideous! Does that mean I'm ugly too?!'

Before his chaotic thoughts could spiral further, an avalanche of memories crashed into his brain with overwhelming force.

His mind, already fragile from the process of soul possession, was unable to withstand the sudden influx of information. Once again, he lost consciousness.

With a dull 'plop,' his head hit the pillow, eyes rolling back for the second time.

The bodyguard’s heart nearly stopped at the sound. 'I’m dead, I’m so dead, I’m absolutely dead...' he repeated like a mantra in his mind.

He was convinced Felix had been poisoned. People didn't just black out twice in a row without a lethal reason.

Treating the tonic like a sacred relic, he held it under Felix’s nose, praying fervently to any deity listening that the boy would wake up and stay awake.

The wretched smell worked its magic again. Felix’s eyes snapped open, but this time, they were filled with a sharp, newfound clarity. The fragments of his past life began to click into place, organizing themselves within his mind.

A triumphant smirk touched his lips as he sorted through the data. 'Everything went according to plan. How could a man of my stature die such a boring death? My resolve to detonate my soul out of pure spite and pride must have impressed some higher power enough to grant me a second life.'

As he was basking in his own arrogance, a second voice cut through his thoughts. 'You shameless bastard, your ego really has no limit if you're claiming this rebirth was intentional. You are seriously delusional.'

Felix’s grin froze. He knew that spiteful voice all too well.

It was the voice of the witch responsible for the most horrific trauma of his previous existence. How could he ever forget it?

He shook his head, trying to dismiss the sound. 'I'm just hallucinating. It's just mental shock from the memory flood.'

A thought struck him, and his eyes lit up. 'That’s it! It’s PTSD. I’ve definitely developed PTSD after everything I’ve endured.'

He kept repeating the lie to himself. 'Yes, that's it. It has to be that. Nothing else.'

Asna let out a weary sigh. 'Am I really doomed to be trapped for eternity with this moron?'

Felix couldn't help but snap back out loud, "You're the moron, you wicked witch, you thief of virginity!"

The bodyguard, who had been watching Felix’s mental collapse in stunned silence, felt his soul leave his body once more upon hearing those words.

The only thought left in his head was: 'It's over. The poison reached his brain and turned him into an idiot.'

He could already see the headlines. A Maxwell family heir had become a retard, followed by the quiet disappearance of a certain hardworking bodyguard. He wept at the vision of his own demise.

Hearing her thoughts directly, Felix finally accepted reality. There was no denying it; she was sealed within his very consciousness.

Asna sounded satisfied with his realization. 'Felix, we have forever to bicker, but you should probably handle the situation in front of you. That poor man is sobbing for some reason.'

Recognizing she was right, Felix turned his attention to the weeping Jack, who looked like his world had ended.

Felix climbed out of bed and leaned in to whisper in the guard's ear, "Jack, keep this between us. I was just testing some new street drugs and they messed with my head."

He walked over to a nearby chest, pulled out $500 in cash from a drawer, and stuffed it into Jack’s suit pocket.

"Go tell the others I was just watching a scary movie and got spooked." He patted the man's shoulder and added, "And take these bedsheets with you. Get rid of them."

Jack nodded in a daze, following the orders mechanically. As he gathered the laundry to leave, Felix called out one last thing.

"And get someone to fix that door you smashed."

"Of course, young master. It will be replaced within ten minutes."

Once Jack had cleared the room, Asna spoke up. "Now that we're alone, let’s continue our chat."

"There's nothing to discuss, witch! I'll never bow to you or help you, no matter what you say."

"My dear Felix, haven't you realized what’s happened?"

Her tone turned sour as she explained, "Our souls have fused into one. For some reason, you have the driver's seat, while I'm stuck as a passenger who can only watch through your eyes. I have no desire to stay like this forever, and I'm sure you want me gone just as badly. Correct?"

Felix remained quiet for a moment before replying, "First, you deserve exactly what happened to you. Second, you’re wrong. Why would I ever do you a favor and set you free?"

He let out a dark chuckle. "We're going to be together forever. So sit back and enjoy the show while I live my life."

Asna didn't flare up in anger. Having sifted through his memories, she had expected nothing less from him.

She gave a bored yawn. "Fine, have it your way. You want to play the long game? I'll be right here for every single step. Go ahead and enjoy your life."

"If you even can," she added in a low murmur.

A flicker of unease crossed Felix's face at her final comment.

However, he quickly regained his composure. 'Bring it on, witch. Let's see who breaks first.'

....

Fifteen minutes later...

Felix stood before a mirror, inspecting his reflection. His appearance was certainly above average.

He had short, curly hair the color of electric blonde, paired with blueberry-colored eyes framed by dark lashes and thin brows. His nose sat straight and proud above a pair of thin, reddish lips.

His physique, however, was unremarkable—standing at 177 cm and weighing roughly 60 kg, he was the definition of average.

Admiring his youthful face, he stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Such a noble, handsome face. Why was I single my whole life?"

"It must be because women felt inferior and unworthy in my presence. They probably suppressed their feelings out of intimidation. That has to be it," he mused shamelessly.

Asna simply rolled her eyes and chose to ignore the narcissistic idiot.