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
Two hours later...
Felix had finished his external manipulation training and now was practicing his close combat against Jörmungandr who was fighting him with a single hand.
The practice was purely about martial arts and techniques without elemental abilities.
Hence, Felix kept receiving a beat down after another without making Jörmungandr move even a step away.
By the time he was done, the evening had already arrived. Felix excused himself and teleported back to his house in Vamdarohm.
He changed to decent clothes and sent a message to Naima, asking her if everyone was gathered in her room yet.
Upon receiving approval, Felix used her room's link to teleport.
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Felix's body got reconstructed right next to a comfy couch that was taken by Karry and Naomi.
Meanwhile, Naima and a couple more witches were seated on other couches around a square-shaped glass table.