Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon

"Aren't you here to meet the heir of The House of Divine?"

The moment those words entered Corey's ears, a horrifying conclusion came to his mind, and a cold light flashed through his eyes.

No words escaped Corey's lips despite the urge to ask the question: "How did you know?"

The only change in his expression was the slight frown and coldness in his eyes.

"No words?"

The middle-aged man asked with a light smile, but Corey was not provoked.

"Well, I don't need you to say anything." The middle-aged man paused, then he gestured to the side. "So, don't do anything stupid and come with me."

Corey glanced at the middle-aged man's hand, and then he looked around.

He noticed that the gazes of most, if not all, of the people around them were on both of them. The gazes he felt were not only from the people he could see. He could also perceive the gazes of people who were from the top floors on him.

When Corey noticed this, he frowned.

A majority had stopped what it was that they were doing, and their gazes were filled with intrigue and curiosity as they watched a powerful mystic being speaking to an arrogant tier 2.

It was not every time they saw a powerful mystic being take an interest in a tier 2.

And, it was also not every time that they saw a tier 2 that was fearless before a mystic being.

They were curious as to why a mystic being would take an interest in a weak tier 2. Not only that, they were interested in seeing how this confrontation would unfold.

Most of them knew who the middle-aged man was, and they knew just how powerful and dangerous he was.

To them, Corey was just an arrogant amoeba who didn't know his place.

Corey could guess the thoughts in the minds of everyone who was watching the confrontation between the two of them.

Not only did he know the thoughts that everybody had, but he also knew why the middle-aged man did not outright capture him with force.

That was because of a rule: No fighting in the central hub.

The rule was only made up of six words. However, the amount of respect and fear the residents had towards this rule was immense.

Divine told him that was the number one structure where a fight was not allowed to occur no matter what.

Those who failed to obey that rule all died terrible and painful deaths, and it was obvious that the middle-aged man also feared this rule.

As for Corey, he could not depend on the rule to save himself.

Although the rule disallowed fights from occurring in the central hub, a fight could only occur between two equally strong men.

A fight could only occur between two adults or two children.

If there was a 'fight' between an adult and a child, it would not be considered a fight. It would be considered a playful 'fight', or a really funny joke.

In this instance, Corey was the child, and the middle-aged man was the adult.

Corey knew. Corey absolutely knew that if the man wanted, he could knock Corey out, and Corey would not be able to respond.

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Title: Ember Elder

Class: Ember Magus

Talent: Nil (Not a native of a Blessed Planet)

Affiliation: House of Hellfire

Tier: Tier 5

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'What a fucking mess.'

This was Corey's thought as he looked at the stats that mattered to him the most.

Normally, Corey should not be able to use 'Record' on the middle-aged man since the difference in tier was greater than two.

There were a lot of changes that happened to Corey after he went through the baptism of the Eye of God, and one of them was his talent skill, Record.

In the beginning, Record could, at most, analyze the stats of beings that were a tier above him. After using the skill evolution crystal, Record could analyze the stats of beings that were two tiers above him.

Now, Record could analyze the stats of beings that were three tiers above him.

'Now, what do I do?"

This was the main question on Corey's mind as his mind spun on ways he could escape the Ember Elder of the House of Hellfire.

"Seems you're not taking me seriously, kid."

The Ember Elder's voice flowed into his ears, and in the blink of Corey's eye, the Ember Elder vanished from his spot, and Corey's pupils constricted.

An inch.

Just an inch away from Corey's eyes were the red eyes of the Ember Elder, and Corey's heart skipped a beat.

'So fast!'

Despite the shock, fear, and thoughts that went through Corey's mind and heart, his response did not even show a hint of any of these.

The instant the Ember Elder vanished from his eyes, his body immediately activated one of his skills.

The time difference between the disappearance of the Ember Elder and the activation of his skill was almost negligible. Such a thing would not have been possible, no matter how quick Corey's reflexes were.

It was only possible through the use of a star of consciousness, and as Corey's main mind was filled with different thoughts and emotions, the star of consciousness he assigned to control his body's reflexes instantly activated the best skill to use in such a situation.

As the Ember Elder stood before Corey, he stretched out his hand, wanting to grab Corey. But to his shock, Corey vanished, and the Ember Elder sensed a familiar and also unfamiliar energy radiating from Corey.

"Spatial energy? Teleportation?"

The Ember Elder blurted out in shock as he turned to his right, where Corey stood with sweat running down his head.

Corey exhaled and inhaled deeply and roughly as he felt exhausted and in pain from using the skill, Teleportation.

Cough!

Corey coughed out a mouthful of blood, and he fell to one knee. Countless cuts appeared on all parts of his body, and a deep sense of confusion appeared in Corey's eyes.

"Wha- What the bloody hell?"