Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon



(The Director's POV)

Ever since the director of the Underworld saw the clown, lots of questions appeared in his mind. For example:

Why was the clown in the black box?

How did he get to the black box?

How did he infiltrate the Underworld?

And what gave the clown the confidence to appear in the black box, in the Underworld.

What made the clown believe that his safety would be guaranteed, since he, the leader of the Underworld was in front of him?

Were there reinforcements?

Did the clown have other people which would help him?

Was a high leveled being hiding nearby?

Or did the clown have a sure method of escaping?

So many questions and thoughts went through the director's mind as his eyes discreetly glanced at his surroundings to look for any sort of trap as he conversed with the clown.

But despite searching for any sort of trap, he found nothing, and his brows furrowed slightly.

After not finding any sort of trap in the room, the director decided to question the clown about his true purpose, and despite already guessing what the clown's purpose could be, he was still surprised to hear the clown speak so nonchalantly about killing him…. Especially when he could sense that the clown was a tier 4 and he was a tier 6.

Before he could even give a response to the absurd words spoken by the clown, Tristan moved and without hesitation, attacked the clown.

Seeing Tristan move towards the clown, a tinge of uneasiness came over him, causing him to furrow his brows slightly.

But then he remembered Tristan's combat ability and the frown on his face eased. His gaze shifted from Tristan to the clown, and an intrigued light flashed in his eyes as he wondered what the outcome of the battle would be like.

'Although they're both tier 4's, Tristan's combat ability is extremely high among tier 4's and he can even defeat some powerful tier 5's. But… why do I still feel uneasy?'

Despite trying to remove the uneasiness in him, the director could not and due to that, his eyes observed the clown's movement like a hawk.

As all of these happened in a span of three seconds, the images of Tristan throwing his first punch, the clown placing a corpse in front of Tristan's fist, the clown vanishing, Tristan throwing a second punch to stop the clown, the clown blowing a golden dust into Tristan's eyes, Tristan still throwing his second punch despite being temporarily robbed of his sight, the clown placing the second corpse in front of Tristan's fist, Tristan's fist making a hole in the second corpse, and how in the next second, an explosion akin to a grenade occurred in the black box.

But just before the flames from the explosion could reach him, the director waved his hand, and a barrier appeared around him, protecting him from the flames.

Whoosh!

The Director's eyes moved as he watched Tristan fly backwards as a result of the explosion, and a second later,

Bang!

A loud bang resounded in the black box as Tristan slammed into one of the walls and a soft thud resounded after as he fell hnto

A frown emerged on the director's face as he observed the terrible state of his unconscious personal bodyguard. His gaze moved towards Tristan's arms which were badly injured. His armor was terribly damaged, exposing some terrible burns on his body, with some burns exposing the bones of his personal bodyguard.

A groan escaped Tristan's lips a few seconds later as he awoke from his unconscious state and tried to get up, but just as he was about to get up, black chains which emitted a thick dark smoke, emerged from the ground beneath Tristan and in the blink of an eye, they wrapped themselves around Tristan, binding him with a force that made him release a groan.

Crunch

"Now that your dog is incapacitated. It's just me and you… Mr. Director."

The Director frowned deeply as the familiar voice of the clown flowed into his ears, he turned his gaze to his left and the image of the clown sitting on a different couch with his legs crossed and an apple in his right hand, appeared in his eyes.

"So you have the ability to make corpses explode, make chains from a person's shadow and you also have a lot of mystic energy for somebody of your tier."

The Director spoke with a calm tone as he gazed at the clown who nonchalantly took a bite from the apple in his hand, before giving a response.

"I… refuse to give a comment on what you just said, Mr. Director."

The clown spoke while waving one of his fingers, causing a slight frown to emerge on the director's face.

The director's lips parted open, and just as he was about to speak, the clown chuckled, then he spoke:

"Did you really think I would give you a hint on what my abilities are? Who do you think I am? A third rate villain or a fool?! Are you sure you're not the fool?! Hahahahahahaha."

The clown laughed so hard that he had no choice but to hold his stomach, and the director seeing that, had a cold glint in his eyes.

He brought his two hands together, formed a hand sign with his fingers, then he spoke:

"Domain of The Creator."

But…

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

A deep frown emerged on the director's face as he looked at the clown who was laughing so hard that he started rolling on the floor while hitting it a few times.

"What did you do?"

The Director questioned with an extremely cold tone, and the clown who was about to stop laughing, couldn't help but laugh once again.

"Did you- Did you really think I'd come in here without having a contingency plan for your domain? Are you really that foolish?"

"My God! For somebody who is in charge of a brilliant place like the Underworld, you have to be the biggest fool I've ever encountered in my short years of living!"

The clown laughed once again, and the director's eyes which was at first cold, now contained indifference.

He raised his right hand and from thin air, at least fifty swords and spears emitting an intense amount of mystic energy appeared, and the instant they appeared, the director waved his hand, and the spears and swords moved towards the still laughing clown at a speed that was akin to the speed of light in the eyes of a normal human.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Despite the damage done to the furniture and objects in the surroundings due to the director's attack, the black box barely shook, and the ground had zero sign of damage.

The Director cold gaze never once moved from the clown, and after he launched the attack, the image of his swords and spears going through the stomach of the clown emerged in his eyes.

A slight frown emerged on his face as he looked at the bloodied, mangled and broken corpse of the clown. The director looked around, wanting to see if there was any sign of oddity in the surroundings.

But despite searching, he found nothing and a tinge of confusion emerged in his eyes as his gaze went back to the corpse of the clown.

"So he was all talk and no bite?"

The Director mumbled as he walked closer to the corpse of the clown. His legs stepping unto the puddle of the clown's blood. He squinted his eyes as he observed the corpse clown, suspicion still evident in his eyes due to his uncertainty of how easy killing the clown was.

But despite observing the clown's corpse for anything unusual, he found nothing.

"That's it?"

The Director mumbled, but in the next second…

Puchi

"Yes Mr. Director. This it. Oh, and by that, I mean your end."