Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon

The young boy remained remained silent for a few seconds and his gaze alternated between Corey's smiling face and his fingers repeatedly.

"You wouldn't answer? Hmm?"

Corey moved his fingers closer to the face of the boy who quickly took a step back.

"It's because I was just born. Or else I'd have made you suffer for this disrespect."

"Wait till I'm older you mortal."

The young boy gritted his teeth as he looked at Corey with anger.

But Corey just found it cute.

"Speak. My patience is running thin."

Corey said with his smile reducing slightly.

The boy coughed then he adjusted his bow.

"I am the spirit of the… library of records and I can do many things."

"I control and monitor the alchemy anvil and the virtual reality room."

"I also control the amount of energy that should transmitted or used by the two facilities."

"And I'm also in control of the library of records. I know of every record that is in the library."

"Which means, I possess more knowledge than you. Dummy."

The boy chuckled and Corey shivered.

"Don't chuckle again. You can probably produce a nightmare through your chuckle."

Corey grimaced and the boy's eyes widened in anger.

"How dare you make fun of me?!"

The boy shouted with ragged breath while pointing his finger at him.

Corey's lips twitched when he saw the boy's anger.

Did the boy really expect him to be afraid?

He just found him cute.

"So, basically, if I'm correct. You're the one that makes everything in the Perceptual Nexus Repository work the way they're meant to work right?"

Corey asked, totally ignoring the anger of the young boy.

The boy exhaled and inhaled deeply repeatedly in an attempt to reduce his anger, and after a few seconds, he successfully did.

To a certain extent though.

"Yes. you're right. I am basically the brain of the Perceptual Nexus Repository."

The boy said, then he looked to his right.

"I have always been the brain of the Perceptual Nexus Repository but I was… asleep. And, it should have remained that way until you reached at least tier 7."

The boy looked at Corey.

"I don't know how you were able to wake me up and unlock my consciousness at your current tier. But, you're lucky I guess."

"I can utilize the Perceptual Nexus Repository to its maximum efficiency."

Corey stroked his chin after hearing the boy's words. He looked to his right with a slight furrow of his brows, then he spoke:

"Am I the one that is truly in charge of this place or you?"

Corey asked without looking directly at the boy.

Though, his Eyes of Omniscience was activated. And, the boy knew.

"You're the one that is truly in charge. Unless you give me permission, I wouldn't be able to control the alchemy anvil and the virtual reality room."

"I'll also need your permission to perform some other tasks in the Perceptual Nexus Repository."

The young boy said calmly, and Corey nodded.

"Another question. What would happen if you die or let's say, you cease to exist?"

Corey asked, and this time, he looked directly at the spirit of the Library of Records.

The spirit looked back at him, his pure white eyes staring back at Corey's pure white eyes.

"If you so happen to kill me, something which is impossible at your current strength, the Perceptual Nexus Repository would still exist."

"But, you'll have to find a way to manually control the three facilities and all the stars."

"Though I wonder if you'll be able to use them to their full capabilities."

The spirit tilted his head as he smiled at Corey with a provocative light in his eyes.

He knew what Corey meant by asking the last question.

Corey didn't trust him and he wanted to know what the consequences would be if Corey found a way to destroy him.

The spirit scoffed.

It didn't mind Corey's thoughts. In fact, it somewhat approved of it.

Somebody that was the inheritor of the Perceptual Nexus Repository should be cautious and also consider various possibilities.

What slightly angered the spirit was that Corey thought he would be able to destroy him with his current strength.

If it was that easy to destroy him, then he would have died a long time ago.

Also, it didn't harbor any thought on harming Corey.

It was intrigued by Corey.

Meanwhile, Corey smiled when he heard the words of the spirit, and he shifted his gaze away from the spirit and said nothing.

Three seconds passed, and Corey spoke once again.

"By the way, can you tell me what the Perceptual Nexus Repository is, and what this entire dark space and that chained white star is."

Corey pointed at the chained white star which he could still see despite how far it was from him.

The boy looked at the chained white star with furrowed brows for a second, then he shook his head.

"Normally, I should have the answers to your question. But, i don't have the answers you seek right now."

The boy said, and Corey looked at him with raised brows.

"Why?" Corey asked.

"Because I was born way too early. I haven't accumulated enough knowledge yet."

The boy replied and Corey raised his brows higher before shrugging nonchalantly.

Just as he was about to stand and take a brief walk, the boy suddenly interrupted him.

"By the way. There is something else that I can do."

Corey looked at the spirit with curiosity.

"I can perform inscriptions for you. Whether it is on your weapons, armor, or your body itself."

"As long it's on a solid material, I can perform inscriptions for you."

Corey's eyes shined as he looked at the spirit with a new gaze.

A gaze of satisfaction.

"I just need you to bring me whatever material I will need for the inscriptions. And, most important of all."

"I need knowledge on inscriptions."

"I need you to record books, scrolls, whatever it is, that contains knowledge on inscriptions."

" I can perform inscriptions to not get bored of this place too quickly."

The spirit glanced at a nearby shelve before shifting his gaze to Corey.

"So, can you please get me knowledge on inscriptions and inscription brush and papers."

The spirit looked into Corey's white eyes, and Corey smiled.

"Sure."

A smile surfaced on the boy's lips and he nodded.

"Thanks."

Corey chuckled, then he ruffled the hair of the boy.

Much to the boy's displeasure.

"I have to give you a name. It'll make it easier to converse with you."

Corey said, and the boy looked at Corey with a slight frown.

He didn't know why, but his instincts were warning about something.

"What name are you going to give me?"

The boy asked with a tinge of confusion and expectation in its tone.

He also desired a name.

A name worthy of his status.

Corey smiled.

"I'll name you Chucky because your chuckle is the worst I've ever heard."

"..."

The boy's face became blank and he fainted.