Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon

(Some minutes before the explosion)

In an extremely large room that seemingly had no end were countless individuals of great powers. Most of them possessed the power to flatten large buildings, and cities with ease.

The room where power congregates was a sight to behold. Vaulted ceilings soar high above, adorned with intricate golden filigree that weaves intricate patterns, symbolizing the interwoven destinies and fates affected by the individuals gathered within. The walls, draped in sumptuous tapestries, depicted ancient legends and forgotten wars, each thread whispering of history and legacy.

At the heart of this grand space lies a massive, ornate table carved from a single piece of iridescent marble. Its surface, polished to a reflective sheen, mirrors the weighty deliberations that unfold upon it. Surrounding this imposing centerpiece were seats enough to accommodate the gathering of powerful figures.

Seated at the head of the grand table, each chair distinct and meticulously crafted, were seven figures who held the strings of the fate of countless individuals.

Although, their appearances were blurry and radiated different colors of light. The immense pressure that was radiated by the seven figures made the countless individuals beneath them to know of the immense power they held.

The Primarch of Elements was perched upon an intricately carved chair that seemed to embody the swirling dance of flames and storms. Behind them, a grand tapestry emblazoned with representations of the elemental forces billows gently, signifying their unparalleled command over nature.

The Celestial Oracle occupied a seat adorned with cosmic motifs, reminiscent of stars and constellations. The chair seemed to hum softly, mirroring the ethereal energy that emanated from the Oracle's very presence. Above them, an intricate chandelier casts a celestial glow, casting otherworldly shadows upon the room.

The Arcane Hierophant sat upon a throne adorned with ancient runes and arcane symbols. The chair seemed to pulse faintly, reflecting the profound magical energies that surround the Hierophant. An array of crystal orbs suspended above bathes the area in a mesmerizing, ambient light.

The Warlord of Shadows occupied a chair shrouded in darkness, seemingly carved from obsidian and lined with intricate motifs that seem to disappear into the void. Their presence seemed to engulf the seat in a veil of controlled darkness, casting a subtle but discernible shroud over the immediate surroundings.

The Tech Savant sat upon a chair of sleek, metallic design, subtly humming with the pulse of technological innovation. Around them, holographic projections display intricate blueprints and complex data streams, a testament to the fusion of their command over both the tangible and the digital.

The Ethereal Muse was seated upon a throne that seemed to embody artistry, draped in luminescent, flowing fabrics that resemble a canvas in motion. A soft melody seemed to emanate from the chair itself, resonating the very essence of creative inspiration and profound artistic mastery.

The Sovereign Arbiter presides over a regal seat, embellished with motifs representing justice and order. A subtle, pulsating aura exudes a sense of control and governance, reflecting the Arbiter's command over the intricate systems that maintain balance and structure.

Beneath these seven figures of great authority were the Mystical Underworld Officials who were seated on simple plain chairs.

The atmosphere in the room was charged with a palpable energy, a fusion of reverence, tension, and the weight of imminent decisions that would shape the course of worlds and destinies. For instance, that of the Underworld and Planet New Earth.

[If I'm not mistaken. Something which is an impossibility. You don't want us to kill you for the death of the previous care taker of the breeding nurseries?]

A regal voice which could not be discerned as either male or female resounded from the figure of the Sovereign Arbiter.

Although, its figure could not be seen, all knew that the figure was looking at a man who wore a blood red suit and a clown mask on his face.

The man with the clown mask- The Clown was bound in chains that were made out of light. He stayed afloat in the air, held by a power none of the Underworld officials could perceive.

Although, The Clown's face could not be seen, his body exuded an aura that showed he was not fearful of the seven figures who had the ability to end his existence in the blink of an eye.

The Clown chuckled, further showing his nonchalance at his condition and the presence of the seven figures.

"You know. It's actually funny when you say it like that. Makes it seem like the director was a nursery school teacher."

[You dare mock one of my students?]

The Arcane Hierophant's voice boomed, and the ears and nose of most individuals bled. Groans of pain resounded from the sea of Underworld officials beneath, but the none of the seven figures spared a glance at the Underworld officials.

A laugh escaped the lips of The Clown, and most were appalled by the fact that The Clown still had the nerve to laugh even when they could see large amounts of blood pouring out from his ears and his mask.

They could see the amount of pain some individuals were going through, but even when the main target of the Arcane Hierophant's attack was obviously The Clown, he showed no signs of being in pain.

And he still had the audacity to laugh!

[Please stay your hand Hierophant of the Arcane. At least let's hear what he has to say.]

[I'm also curious as to how a tier 4 ant like him could defeat your student.]

The Sovereign Arbiter's regal voice echoed in the room, and everybody could see the figure of the Arcane Hierophant fluctuate.

Obviously, the Arcane Hierophant was still angry and he wanted to teach The Clown a lesson he would never forget.

[I grant you the permission to speak mortal.]

The Clown glanced at the Arcane Hierophant for a second before shifting his gaze to the Sovereign Arbiter. His eyes behind his clown mask glinting with a calculating gaze.

"I know what you guys are truly after on New Earth."

[Oh. Continue. What are we truly after on your lowly planet?]

The Sovereign Arbiter's voice contained a tinge of amusement when The Clown spoke.

His gaze held a light of curiosity as he gazed at The Clown. Even the remaining six figures of authority had gazes of curiosity and amusement as they gazed at The Clown.

The Clown looked at each and every one of the seven figures, and with a tone that definitely contained a smirk behind his mask, The Clown spoke:

"You want the world's core."

[A/N: PLEASE DON'T UNLOCK THE NEXT CHAPTER YET. I DIDN'T HAVE THE TIME TO WRITE THE SECOND CHAPTER BEFORE THE TIME LIMIT ON WEBNOVEL, AND I DON'T WANT TO LOSE WIN-WIN FOR THIS MONTH.

I PROMISE TO UPLOAD TWO MORE CHAPTERS WHEN I'M FREE. I'M SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.]