Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon

In a decrepit and hidden corner corner of an alley, Corey folded his arms as he watched the shop he had left through the skill, Teleportation.

A light of intrigue appeared in his eyes as he gazed at the shop that sold mirrors.

Images of the baffled and solemn looking crowd appeared in his eyes and a light smile appeared on his lips.

Why did Corey bother buying a mirror from a shop that was managed by a weak tier 1 female and a tier 0 child?

There was nothing special about the mirror he bought. Nor was there anything special about the shop.

Though, there was something special about the young girl.

"A blessed."

Corey mumbled softly as he observed the mirror shop with a curious gaze.

When Corey noticed the small girl, he felt that she was different and unique.

He didn't know what was different about the girl who was a tier 0, and for the first few seconds, he was baffled and also intrigued.

But, then he felt a tingling sensation in his right arm as he looked at the young girl, and that was when he realized why the young girl felt different and unique.

She had an aura that felt both appealing and disgusting to him.

It was strange.

Extremely strange.

Due to the tingling sensation in his right arm, Corey infered that the girl was a blessed.

Though, the amount of blessed aura Corey could sense in the girl was not much.

Corey did not know why, but he just had a feeling that the young girl's blessed aura was below average.

He had no way of quantifying an average blessed aura, so he had no idea what an average blessed aura signified.

And, it was extremely frustrating to Corey.

This was the first blessed Corey would encounter after his bloodline of sin got activated, and he was curious about how a blessed differed from other normal beings.

He obviously did not plan on watching the entire life of the young girl. He just had a feeling that something interesting would happen if he stayed behind to observe the young girl.

'I'll observe the girl for seven minutes. After seven minutes, I'll leave and make some plans regarding the girl.'

Corey thought with a calculating glint in his eyes.

Five minutes passed and Corey turned his head to his right with shock in his eyes.

"Another blessed?"

Corey could not believe his eyes when he noticed the aura of another blessed coming towards the mirror shop.

"This blessed…"

"The aura of this blessed… is higher than average."

Corey's eyes shined, and with expectation in his eyes, he waited with bated breath to see who the new blessed was.

The desire to learn more about the unknown could be seen in Corey's eyes.

Twenty seconds passed and the blessed appeared in Corey's baffled eyes.

"What the?"

A slight frown emerged in Corey's eyes as he gazed at the blessed whose condition was not what he was expecting at all.

In the crowded streets of the market of the Inner area, Corey observed a young lad of barely fourteen, bearing the unmistakable burden of hardship etched into every line of his countenance walk towards the mirror shop.

The boy's visage, once imbued with the innocence of youth, now bore the weight of suffering. The big dark circles under his eyes that told stories of pain and sadness. His hair, all messy and dark, covered a forehead that seemed like it had seen too much for someone his age.

There was a haunting transformation in the features that met Corey's gaze—a subtle tragedy reflected in the pallor of the lad's skin, speaking volumes of the harsh treatment he had endured.

His once-lively face seemed to have weathered years in mere moments, marked by the strain of labor and the unmistakable scars that crisscrossed his arms and back, a testimony to his tumultuous past.

Despite the visible fragility of his frame, Corey noticed a resilient spirit that emanated from the boy—a quiet fortitude that refused to yield to the relentless hardships he had faced.

Yet amidst the weariness and scars, there existed a peculiar uniqueness—an anomaly that caught Corey's attention—the boy's eyes, a mesmerizing hue of amber.

They held a depth that seemed to defy his age. Those eyes told a different story than the rest of him did. They showed a strength that wouldn't give up, even after going through so much pain.

"That's the blessed?"

Corey frowned slightly as he looked at the blessed who was a slave that had gone through untold hardships that most men would not be able to endure.

"I thought Blessed were meant to have a peaceful, successful and easy life?"

[The life of a blessed is most times complex and definitely not as simple as you think.]

Once again, to Corey's surprise and confusion, Nina replied to his confusion without him asking her.

[Most times, a blessed life is always filled with tragedy and pain. And, it is this tragedy and pain that fuels their motivation to become something great in life.]

Corey had an expression of realization when he heard Nina's words, and with renewed interest, he observed the young slave who emitted a blessed aura that was above average. 

"Hey Kiefer!"

The young girl who was a blessed jugged towards the young boy. The young boy who was known Kiefer lifted his head, and his amber colored eyes gazed at the young girl with a smile.

"Calista."

Kiefer weakly called out, and a worried expression appeared on the young and cute Calista's face.

"Did they hurt you again today?"

A slight smile emerged on the lips of the young boy, Kiefer.

"I'll be fine don't worry."

Kiefer said, and before Calista could give a reply. His rough, bloody and dirty hands softly patted Calista's head.

"I still have to go a lot of shops, so please give me the payment alright."

Unbothered by Kiefer's dirty and bloody hands, Calista gazed at Kiefer's amber eyes which contained emotions and feelings that a child should not yet possess.

Calista bit her lips, and although she wanted to say a thousand words, she knew most, if not all of her words would have no effect on Kiefer and his situation.

She stretched out her hands and Kiefer looked at her hands. In her left hand was a blue card, and in her right hand was a small sack.

The moment Kiefer's gaze landed on the small sack, a mouth watering aroma flowed into his nostrils, and his empty stomach rumbled.

"I was able to make mom cook some food for you. Make sure to eat on time."

Calista said, and Kiefer's smile became a little bit brighter and wider.

"Thank you. And please thank your mom for me."

Calista nodded, then she pushed the sack and card into Kiefer's hands before giving him a quick hug and running away.

A slightly stunned expression appeared on Kiefer's face, then he chuckled as he shook his head. He looked up to the sky for a few seconds, then he released a tired sigh before walking to a nearby shop.

'I'm so tired. Will I ever be free?'