Supremacy Games Chapter 5: The Great Chaos

A single transmission claimed the lives of more than 5 million individuals in just twenty-four hours.

The elderly, particularly those with fragile cardiovascular systems, succumbed to heart failure. Their bodies simply could not withstand the surge of intense emotions that pushed their blood pressure beyond the breaking point once the broadcast concluded.

On the roads, motorists lost control as a sudden mental blankness overwhelmed them both during and after the message.

This resulted in a global catastrophe on the highways, where tens of thousands of vehicles collided in massive pile-ups.

Pilots attempting to land their aircraft met similar fates, suffering from the same cognitive lapse that plagued the drivers.

Mid-air collisions occurred as air traffic controllers failed to provide necessary course corrections or warnings.

In operating rooms, every surgeon engaged in a critical procedure committed fatal errors, leading to the immediate death of their patients.

Trains crashed into one another... and the list of disasters continued to grow.

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That day, the heavens seemed to rain fire and corpses. Every street on the planet echoed with the screams of those crying for assistance, surrounded by thousands of motionless bodies littering the pavement.

Airports became scenes of devastation as planes overshot runways or smashed directly into terminal buildings.

Hospitals were overwhelmed by the elderly who had suffered sudden cardiac arrest and patients who perished on the operating table, among many other horrific ends...

However, this was merely the dawn of The Great Chaos. The events that followed would prove to be the true nightmare.

Terror gripped the 8 billion people of Earth as they realized the transmission wasn't a personal hallucination, but a global event heard by every living soul. The sheer magnitude of power required to achieve such a feat was beyond their comprehension.

The courageous ventured outside to witness the wreckage caused by the decree. Meanwhile, the fearful barricaded themselves indoors, glued to the internet and television. Social media was flooded with the hashtag #Chaos, featuring gruesome images and videos of the carnage unfolding in every nation.

The vast majority were convinced that these extraterrestrials were serious; an invasion was certain if their world leaders chose the path of war.

Driven by the dread of an uncertain future, a wave of panic buying and looting erupted. People fought to hoard water, food, and basic necessities.

In contrast, the value of luxury items plummeted, crashing to less than 5% of their former worth.

Gold, silver, precious gems, and industrial materials—resources useless for basic survival—were dumped onto the market like worthless gravel in exchange for life-sustaining supplies.

Yet, there were no buyers. No one wanted them.

After all, why waste storage space on metals that only held value during times of peace?

And peace was now a thing of the past.

Meanwhile, the world's presidents and monarchs were spiraling into a deeper panic than the common folk. Used to being the ultimate authorities who decided the fate of their nations, they found their power rendered meaningless.

The decree had turned their sovereignty into a cruel joke.

They were acutely aware that they were not ready for a galactic conflict. A mere taste of the invaders' influence had already wiped out 5 million people. With no other choice, they convened at the United Nations to deliberate on a path forward.

One week later...

The member nations voted to dispatch a UN spokesperson to investigate the alien vessel and report back so a final decision could be made.

Twelve hours after that.

The envoy emerged from the spaceship, his eyes reflecting a mixture of profound terror and a glimmer of excitement.

Only the world's elite knew exactly what he had witnessed or been told inside.

The public was only informed of one thing: the spokesperson had selected the third option—joining The Supremacy Games Alliance.

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A chilly gust of wind snapped Felix out of his deep contemplation.

Noticing the sun was starting to dip below the horizon, he tucked away his journal—now filled with the intricate steps of his strategy—and headed back to the hotel.

Upon his arrival, he found a crowd of maids, servants, and guards gathered in a tight circle, whispering frantically among themselves.

Curious, he approached the group and began to shove his way through the press of bodies.

"Move aside; let me through! Dammit, who just stepped on my foot?!"

Recognizing Felix's voice, the bodyguards immediately began clearing a path, pushing the others back to let him pass.

In the center of the clearing lay a man in work clothes, his waist adorned with metal hooks. His arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, and one of his kneecaps appeared to be shattered in two.

Two medical professionals in white coats were attending to him.

One was busy placing an IV into the man's arm, while the other assessed the severity of his broken limbs.

A sense of foreboding washed over Felix. He nudged Jack, who was standing nearby, and demanded, "What the hell happened while I was out? I won't have my people getting hurt like this."

Jack leaned in and whispered, "Young Master, that’s Kled, the island’s only technician. He had a terrible accident while working on the elevator."

He scratched his head, looking puzzled. "He was working like a man possessed, rushing as if his life depended on it. He managed to fix the whole thing in just three hours, which is incredible. But right as he was finishing, the rusted interior of the metal support beam he was hanging from snapped. He fell straight down."

Jack let out a breath of relief. "Luckily, he landed on the roof of the elevator car. He’s in bad shape, but he’s alive. Leila already called the island’s doctors to handle it."

Felix listened, his expression stiff as Jack recounted the accident. "I understand. It’s a relief he survived. Go tell Leila to put all his medical expenses on my tab and ensure he gets whatever he wants while he recovers in the hospital."

Thinking Felix was showing genuine compassion, Jack straightened his posture. "Understood, Young Master. We are truly fortunate to serve under someone so kind."

Felix gave a strained smile, thinking to himself, 'I doubt that. If I hadn't pressured Leila to rush the repairs, he wouldn't be lying there broken.'

He turned toward the elevator, his brow furrowed. 'That’s my second mistake in judgment. I keep forgetting how incredibly fragile the bodies of common humans are. One slip is all it takes.'

He glanced at the elevator for a moment and muttered, "Mister Kled, don't worry. It won't be long before your body is stronger than ever. Just hold on, The Invitation is almost here."

'I need to start accounting for my own physical weakness, or I’ll end up dead because I overestimated my current limits.'

Giving the elevator one last look, he turned toward the stairwell. He intended to walk all the way up to his suite on the 30th floor!

As he began his ascent, he spotted Leila sitting on one of the steps, sobbing quietly.

Felix sighed and took a seat beside her. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and said, "I'm sorry for putting you in that position. Kled's accident is my responsibility, so don't blame yourself. I'll make things right soon."

Before she could respond, Felix stood up and continued his climb. As he moved further up the stairs, her voice echoed from below, "Young Master Felix, the elevator is working now! Why are you taking the stairs?"

"Because I don't deserve the easy way yet. You all use it. I'll be using the stairs from now on as penance for my mistake!"

In truth, his real motivation was to begin building his stamina. He couldn't afford to waste time sitting around when he knew the invitation would arrive in just fifteen days.

He needed to prepare his body, even just a little, for the agonizing process of bloodline integration that awaited him.

….

15 minutes later...

Felix collapsed onto his knees the moment he reached his floor, gasping for air. He tried to call out for a servant, but his throat was too dry and his voice too weak to carry.

Resigned, he slumped onto the floor, his chest heaving violently.

'Can I actually do this every day? My current stamina makes this feel impossible.'

He shook his head, forcing himself to stand. 'Focus, Felix. You were lazy in your past life and you paid the price. It's time to take cultivation seriously. Conquering these stairs is the first step.'

Leaning against the wall for balance, he limped slowly toward his suite.

A few minutes later, he managed to strip off his clothes and change into pajamas. He fell onto the bed, his eyes snapping shut as his muscles finally relaxed. He was completely spent.