Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon Chapter 1133 - 1130: A Terrible Curse

"A more significant issue has arisen. I suspect this Black Sea conceals additional Divine Kingdoms."

"What?"

The surrounding deities were stunned the moment the Martial God uttered those words.

They immediately extended their divine perception beyond the Divine Kingdom of the God of Living Constructs to survey the area. Initially, their senses found nothing, but they soon detected the presence of other Divine Kingdoms nestled within the familiar boundaries of the Universal System.

As soon as they brushed against the Universal System's barriers, they retracted their consciousness in haste.

Being gods and outsiders to New Earth, they were well aware that the Universal System would launch a lethal, full-scale retaliation if they dared to fully probe its defenses.

The odds of surviving such a counterattack were thinner than a strand of hair.

"Why does this world host so many Divine Kingdoms? What exactly is the Universal System plotting?" the Ice Goddess questioned, her brow furrowed deeply as she looked toward the Martial God.

The Martial God's expression remained dark and contemplative as he processed his observations.

"I am uncertain. However, it must be something of great consequence," he replied after a brief silence.

Lucifer, the God of Darkness, let out a soft chuckle and smiled. "I instructed my followers to establish a temple and spread my faith here because it is a Blessed World. It appears this realm harbors even deeper secrets than I imagined."

The deities fell into silence, their attention shifting toward the Temple resting on the palm of the massive puppet.

"What is that cube? It is quite remarkable. Did the God of Living Constructs create it?" the Ice Goddess asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"Can you not feel his aura emanating from it? He clearly crafted it, though I suspect he utilized the specialized equipment of the God of Living Constructs. If you possessed any common sense, that would have been obvious to you by now," the Goddess of Serpents sneered, casting a look of pure contempt at the Ice Goddess.

A vein throbbed at the Ice Goddess's temple. She clenched her fists and flashed a lethal smile at the Goddess of Serpents.

"Bitch. It seems you have grown tired of that revoltingly long tongue of yours. It is just as foul as your personality and that hole between your legs."

The Goddess of Serpents momentarily froze, her frame trembling before she turned to the Ice Goddess with narrowed eyes and a beaming, predatory smile.

"Do you possess such a strong desire to die?"

"A snake who relies solely on deception thinks she can best me? Only in your dreams, bitch." The Ice Goddess smiled coldly. The atmosphere between the two goddesses grew heavy and distorted as their killing intent and auras collided.

While some gods moved to intervene between the two, others remained focused on Corey.

Specifically, the Martial God, the Sun God, and the God of Miracles kept their eyes fixed on him.

Several other deities observed Corey with varying degrees of interest, though one could barely suppress his murderous urge.

It was the Storm God.

Unlike the Storm God, who burned with a desire to tear Corey apart, the others were reflecting on the boy's actions in their presence.

A look of profound intrigue caused the Martial God’s lips to curl slightly.

He looked toward the heavens, his vision seemingly piercing through the veils protecting New Earth to reach a distant, unknown location.

As he blinked, a colossal golden eye that appeared to encompass the entire universe manifested before his sight.

He locked eyes with the golden orb for a moment before returning his attention to Corey.

A complex light flickered in his gaze; he eventually shook his head and released a soft sigh.

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(Inside The Forge)

Corey stood before his workbench, his eyebrows knitted in concentration.

Primus lay on the table in his primary form, and Corey’s scowl intensified the longer he inspected him.

After Primus had slaughtered and consumed the spirit, soul, and Will of the God of Blacksmiths along with his incarnation, Corey detected a previously unnoticed trait.

Primus was afflicted by a curse.

Because he had devoured his own Tribulation, the Heavens had placed a hex upon him. From what Corey could discern, it was known as... The Curse of Hunger.

Much like a mortal, Primus would suffer from hunger if he wasn't fed periodically. The more famished he became, the more lethal he grew.

Primus required sustenance in the form of weapons, a person's Will, their spirit, their soul, or rare ores and precious metals.

What truly troubled Corey was the realization that Primus needed to be fed daily, just like a common human.

While higher-quality 'food' allowed Primus to go longer between feedings, the cycle was inevitable.

Once hunger took hold, he had to be satiated again.

If Primus was starved to the point of losing his self-control, he would either enter a mindless frenzy to hunt for weapons or begin slaughtering living beings to feast upon their souls, spirits, and Wills—provided they possessed them.

Furthermore, his appetite would only increase the hungrier he became.

Having never encountered such a phenomenon, Corey wasn't sure what to anticipate, but he prepared for the worst.

Given Primus’s immense power, Corey doubted his hunger would be quenched easily if he went on a rampage across New Earth.

Primus was a divine weapon.

No.

He surpassed the rank of a divine weapon. The souls of ordinary mortals and mystic practitioners would likely fail to satisfy his cravings once they reached a critical point.

There was a possibility that Primus could decimate the entire planet and still remain hungry.

It was a curse that many might overlook, but to Corey—who was calculating every disastrous variable—it was a terrifying burden that weighed heavily on his mind.