Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon

A scene that would seem strange and incomprehensible in the eyes of a mortal was occurring in a dimension whose entrance was that of a well.

Hanging upside down in the air with his arms stretched to the side was Archmage Kael.

No.

An entity that was occupying the body of Archmage Kael.

Beneath the Archmage was a throne that was drenched in a pool of black blood, and if one was perceptive enough, they would realize that the black blood was slowly being absorbed by the throne.

Approximately three hundred meters away was Corey slowly getting to his feet as the blood oozing from his injuries and the burns he sustained visibly reduced.

"How strange."

The entity spoke with his tone being extremely similar to Corey's, and this irked Corey in so many ways.

Corey said nothing in response, and he calmly gazed at the entity with a calculating glint in his eyes.

"Hmm. Yes. How strange."

The entity spoke once again as its pure black orbs that represented its eyes stared at Corey with curiousity and intrigue.

Corey waited for the entity to continue speaking, but contrary to his expectations, the entity remained silent.

Corey furrowed his brows slightly. "You said strange twice. What is strange?"

The entity tilted his head. "Isn't it obvious. You."

Corey's frown deepened slightly.

"Why do I sense the aura of an Old One from you? You're obviously not one."

The entity tilted his head to the other side with a curious light in his eyes.

"Are you an apostle of an Old One? No. I doubt an Old One would choose a mortal to be their apostle."

"Then a messenger? The host of an Old One? A Herald? How strange."

Corey remained silent as he heard the words of the entity. He looked around, and then he spoke.

"You're not the Archmage Kael. So who are you?"

The entity raised his brow. "Call me Death."

'Just as I suspected.' Corey narrowed his eyes in contemplation, and then he asked another question.

"So... Are you like truly Death in person? Are you the being that is in charge of taking a person's life once it's time for them to die? Or are you called Death because it's just a title that has been given to you?"

The atmosphere became eerily silent after Corey asked this question, and he felt a chill in his spine when he perceived a tinge of killing intent from Death.

'Such powerful killing intent.'

"A mere mortal dares to ask me such mocking questions? The audacity."

An extremely frigid gust of wind blasted out from the body of Death, and Corey's instincts screamed at him.

His pupils constricted into pin holes, and he waved his hand.

A massive magic circle instantly appeared before him, and a massive wave of fire shot out from the magic circle.

The wave of fire slammed into the frigid wind, and a powerful shockwave exploded as the two elements collided into one another.

The ground beneath the massive wave of fire melted, and the ground beneath the frigid wind turned to ice.

Corey continuously created layers upon layers of hexagon barriers to prevent himself and the crown from being flung away.

The aftereffects of the clash dissipated, and the atmosphere became less tense.

"Not bad for a mortal. If you couldn't survive even that, then I'd be very disappointed since you possess the faint aura of an Old One."

Death's voice drifted into Corey's ears, and despite the Old One's voice, Corey could perceive the slight surprise that was in his voice through his Ears of Omniscience.

And he knew why.

That attack was more than enough to kill or grievously injure an early stage Tier 6. But he had blocked it with an attack of his.

He would not have been able to do this so casually, but because with every second that passed, his knowledge on spells, mana, magic, cultivation, and even battle techniques was constantly increasing because of the books he obtained from the Archives... he was able to block the casual attack of Death.

'Although that spell took about five percent of my mana, I should be able to recover half of it in a few minutes if I don't have to use it so soon at least.'

As Corey had this thought, he saw Death look at the crown that was beside him.

"I don't have the memories of this body, so I have to ask. Why is my crown over there? Why is it not on my throne? And who dared to disrespect me in such a manner?"

Corey glanced at the glowing crown, and then he nonchalantly shrugged.

"I have no idea."

Death smiled lightly. "Bring me my crown."

Death's voice changed. It became a lot deeper, ancient, and filled with disdain.

It was like a King ordering his servants, and after three seconds passed, Corey could not help but raise his brows.

'Is anything meant to happen?'

"How are you able to ignore my words?"

This time around, Corey could sense the shock and disbelief in the voice of Death, and he furrowed his brows in contemplation.

'From the shock and disbelief I can sense in his voice, I'm meant to obey his orders no matter what. But I clearly don't feel any compulsion to obey his orders. So why is that?'

Corey narrowed his eyes, and then he began hearing Death speak.

"I understand that I'm in a damaged vessel, and I cannot display even up to 1% of my powers in this vessel. But to not even be able to command a mere mortal?"

"No."

"That should not be possible. I should not be so weak... Even the aura of the Old One on him should not be able to prevent him from following my orders. So what is it?"

"... Or is this vessel that damaged?"

Death suddenly gritted his teeth in anger, and he muttered his next words softly. But Corey could hear his words as clear as day.

"Those damned Conquerors. Those damned Supremes. I curse them."