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
'Having only two days to practice this won't be enough to master the technique and be geared to predict the frequency change.'
Although Felix understood that it wasn't going to be an easy task, he had no option but to invest what remained of his time in this to get as better as possible.
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Two days later...Back to the Colosseum.
"You are lucky, you have caught me in a good mood, so I will end this quickly," Nebula said with a faint smile as she was staring at Felix from the opposite side of the arena.
She was still reeling in the joy of being able to seek out a position in the government and not even Felix's face was going to ruin her mood.
Felix remained silent, not bothering to acknowledge her taunt. He simply got into a battle position and waited for Mr. Monnar to kick things off.
"Cut him open!"
"Torture the weasel bastard!"
"Sh*t, I can't even recoup what I lost yesterday by betting against this f*cker today."