Supremacy Games Chapter 3: Family Tradition

After finishing his self-admiration in the mirror, Felix began dressing while contemplating the current timeline.

His existing memories suggested he had been returned to the Modern Era. It was a time when the inhabitants of Earth still resided in harmony and peace on their small blue world.

However, that tranquility was destined to be short-lived. The Supremacy Games Invitation, which had previously flipped the world on its head, was set to reappear in the near future.

For his upcoming objectives, this situation was ideal. By leveraging the knowledge of his former life, he could undoubtedly dominate the games and ascend the ranks further than before, earning rewards beyond his wildest fantasies.

His demeanor instantly became solemn and intense as he declared with conviction, "This time I will not fool around, and waste my time idling away!"

Had he been more diligent and committed to his bloodline integration in the past, the clan never would have assigned him such a perilous mission. Instead, he would have stayed at the headquarters, shielded and pampered like the other geniuses.

Regrettably, that lesson was only learned after Asna blasted his backside into flames, leaving him to clutch himself with a pained, regretful expression.

His look of misery was quickly replaced by a resolve so powerful it could move any observer. "To ensure I never endure that kind of excruciating pain again, I will outwork everyone. I will reach the summit. No one will f*ck with me again!"

"NO ONE!"

Crack!

He smashed his fist into the mirror, shattering it into a spray of glass shards. Moments later, he collapsed to the floor, cradling his bleeding hand.

"F*ck me!" he cried out in agony.

He had momentarily forgotten that his body was currently that of a seventeen-year-old—weak and incapable of even bruising a common tier 1 beast.

…

Jack and a fellow bodyguard stationed near the entrance heard Felix’s shout followed by the sound of breaking glass.

As the other guard moved to check on Felix’s safety, Jack reached out an arm to stop him.

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious. The Young Master is likely watching an intense movie, and the excitement just got to him."

Internally, however, he thought, 'Young Master Felix is probably back on those drugs again.'

He accepted this as the most logical explanation. After all, there was little to do on this isolated island except visit the shore.

Felix would likely have lost his mind already if not for the Star-link internet, which relied on satellites rather than cables.

…

Back in the bedroom, Felix used his bandaged hand to clear the glass fragments from the floor.

'According to my phone, today is June 1st, 2024. If my memory serves, The Invitation arrives in fifteen days. That gives me the perfect window to prepare my strategy.'

Once the floor was clean, he laced up his sneakers and got ready to head out. He intended to inspect the current state of both the hotel and the island.

"I'm going out for a long walk. Do not follow me, and don't even think about tailing me in secret. Understood?" he commanded Jack as he stepped out of the suite.

"Yes, Young Master. Enjoy your stroll; no one will disturb you."

Felix patted Jack’s shoulder with a smile. "Good. Continue to follow my lead, and I’ll make you my personal head of security once I claim my inheritance from the family."

Jack’s face lit up with a wide grin. "Your wish is my command, Young Master."

Felix headed toward the elevator, noting the dilapidated state of the hotel as he went.

'Was I out of my mind when I picked this business to revive for my coming-of-age trial?'

He walked for a few minutes before reaching a rusted elevator door. A sign was taped to it: >closed for maintenance.<

"Figures," Felix muttered with a disappointed sigh.

He turned left and made his way to the stairwell. Upon seeing the stairs descending into darkness, he knit his brows.

"Repairing that elevator is a top priority. I can't do these stairs every day; my knees would give out."

He steeled himself and began the descent, using the time to organize his memories from age seventeen.

If he remembered correctly, he had chosen this remote resort for his adulthood trial at age sixteen specifically so he could spend the five-year period sunbathing and doing nothing. He cursed his younger self’s laziness, which had eventually cost him everything.

While his peers were laboring to revive the restaurants, hotels, and companies they had been assigned, he had been lounging here like a salted fish.

This disregard for his trial resulted in severe consequences once the Supremacy Games Invitation arrived.

The other juniors, even those whose projects weren't wildly successful, were chosen for cultivation by the family to compete for USA National Team spots because of their effort.

Meanwhile, those who were lazy and treated the family tradition as a joke, like himself, faced harsh penalties from the Board of Elders.

Since his parents and close kin had all perished, he had no one left in the family to defend him.

His thoughts shifted toward his parents, and his inner nagging softened.

They were among the few who truly loved him in that den of wolves, where cutthroat competition for personal gain was the standard and any tactic was permitted so long as it didn't cause physical harm.

His parents had been renowned within the Maxwell Family for their business acumen.

His father had managed five Wall Street investment funds with such precision that every venture turned a profit. His instincts were so sharp that the business world nicknamed him "The Spider."

His mother had overseen dozens of five-star hotels and several three-star Michelin restaurants globally. Under her management, their prestige peaked, earning nothing but praise from critics and guests alike.

Tragically, they died in a helicopter crash while traveling to the family headquarters to surprise Felix for his eleventh birthday.

They certainly surprised him, as he received the news of their passing while sitting alone in his room with his birthday cake.

The trauma of that event had a profound impact on young Felix.

From that day on, he transformed. He became a shameless prankster, constantly bullying his cousins until they lived in fear of him.

Though they begged the adults to intervene, the Elders recognized that his disruptive behavior was merely a mask for the loneliness and pain in his heart.

They turned a blind eye to his antics, eventually leading the other children to form an "Anti-Felix Alliance" to gank and beat him whenever he tried to pull a prank.

Two years went by quickly.

Felix eventually matured slightly, realizing that getting beaten up wasn't worth the payoff of a prank.

He then spiraled into unproductive laziness. His grades plummeted, and he surrounded himself with typical "second-generation rich" brats who lacked any real substance.

Time marched on until he reached sixteen, the most pivotal year of his life.

The entire future of every family junior hinged on the coming-of-age tradition.

They were required to pass a five-year trial involving the revival of a failing business—be it a bankrupt company, a poorly-rated restaurant, or a hotel with a terrible reputation.

If a junior succeeded within the five-year window, the Board rewarded them with a 49% stake in that project.

Naturally, the more significant the business, the greater the wealth. Owning 49% of a restaurant didn't compare to 49% of an automotive manufacturer.

Those who failed were left with only two paths.

The first was to live independently without any family support or resources. The second was to manage a business suited to their skills while receiving only a 10% share of the profits.

This tradition ensured the family's continued growth while safeguarding their assets from incompetent heirs.

At the time, Felix hadn't cared about the test or his future. He had only selected this resort hotel to get away from everyone.

...

Felix snapped out of his reminiscence, chuckling at the childish tantrums that had caused him to fall behind in bloodline integration.

An evil smirk crossed his face. "Since this daddy is back, my dear cousins, you can kiss those family resources goodbye. I’m going to transform this resort into the finest in the world—a place where only the elite are permitted to step foot."

He laughed loudly, though his legs felt like spaghetti and wobbled uncontrollably, struggling to support him after the trek down those hellish stairs.

"And I know exactly how to make it happen!"