Supernatural Response Time!

"You guys have five minutes to ask questions about the game." 

The moment the spectators quietened down, Micheal went straight to business, knowing that the primogenitors disliked wasting time on such useless fanfare.

"How many rounds will it take us to reach your platform in the game?" A male Astrian asked calmly while glancing at Felix.

"Fifteen rounds if you answered everything correctly and lifted yourself in every time."

This was the most ideal situation. But in reality, everyone knew that it would take more than this.

"Thank you." The Astrian nodded and then eyed his partners in crime.

'Let's make sure that he never reaches even the eight round.' He said coldly.

'My thoughts exactly, Sir Sunblight.'

A scrawny hunched goblin-like creature crackled in a sinister manner while eyeing Felix.

His skin was wrinkly and black while his mouth was packed with tens of tiny razor sharp teeth.