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
The Next Morning...
A grandiose holographic panel illuminated the massive coliseum, casting an ethereal glow over the eager spectators.
The atmosphere was electric, with the audience on the edge of their seats, their eyes glued to the panel above.
It was finally the moment of the draw, the stage was set for the sixteen chosen fighters of the Spectral Tournament.
Mr. Sogrus ascended onto the stage and motioned toward the holographic panel which began to swirl with intricate, ever-changing patterns of light.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he called out, his voice resonating through the arena, "The moment we've all been waiting for! It's time to decide the brackets!"
He reached out and pressed a button on his crystal device. The swirling lights of the holographic panel started to coalesce into distinct orbs, each representing a fighter.
The orbs started to float randomly, then one by one, they moved toward their designated slots in the bracket.