Felix Maxwell was destined to be a loser, born on one of the weakest races and on the least favorable of situations, he was forced to face adversity head-on as he traveled across the vast universe where dangers laid in every corner, one day traveling in hopes of riches he stumbled upon a ruin where a supreme being laid imprisoned, in a stroke of bad luck the being laid its eyes on him and tried to take over his body, forcing itself upon him. But fate hadn't given up on him! He woke up in his younger body, 20 years in the past with the fallen being trapped in his soul. In his past life he had been a loser, giving up on things mid-way and never striving for greatness, he was a side character who made the strong shine even brighter, but not on this life. He swore to himself he would strive for glory, he would take advantage of his knowledge and emerge as a supreme being! ...... Novel Discord: https://discord.gg/FTfXXYHnFT This is my Patreon, everyone is welcomed to drop by! https://www.patreon.com/MidGard_Author
"Arguing about it won't solve anything, let's give kiddo the freedom to choose." Thor proposed, knowing that Jörmungandr was as stubborn as he was.
"Fine by me." Jörmungandr sneered, "I know little Felix will choose to focus on my element."
When Felix realized that the hot potato was passed in his hands, he could only stare dumbly at the wall, not knowing how to respond.
He knew that no matter what he picked, he was bound to upset the other one.
He truly wanted to avoid being placed in such situations. Alas, what's done is done.
The ball was in his court and he needed to get creative in his response to mitigate any hard feelings.
"Cough, elders, I am quite grateful for your concerns. I have understood your points completely and reached my conclusion." Felix spoke with a firm tone, hoping it would make a difference.