Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon Chapter 1138 - 1135: Prima

After nearly forty-eight hours of intense labor, Corey stood before the suit of armor with eyes that were weary yet shining with triumph.

This creation belonged to him; it was a masterpiece born of his own hands. This personal armament was destined to accompany him as he ascended toward the pinnacle of power.

A profound sense of pride and joy washed over him. He had actually succeeded.

Much like Primus, the suit possessed a glass-like texture, though it was not transparent but rather a deep, smoked glass.

The equipment resembled a form-fitting suit made of both organic skin and glass simultaneously. It carried a paradoxical aesthetic, appearing ancient and brand new at once, as if it had existed for eons waiting for Corey to finally give it shape.

It clung to his frame perfectly—neither too restrictive nor too loose—fitting him with absolute precision.

The exterior of the armor was neither polished to a shine nor particularly rugged. To the touch, it felt smooth and warm, offering a strange sense of familiarity, much like the skin of a person one knew well.

Spreading across the surface were delicate lines that seemed almost accidental. They looked like the natural fractures found in glass or inherent imperfections produced during the forging process.

These lines did not pulse with Qi or glow with visible power. Instead, they were designed to shift and reorganize themselves in silence whenever Corey moved, adapting to his every breath and stance.

The armor was in a state of constant flux, perpetually settling and correcting its own form.

Its chest piece was understated. Unlike the flashy emblems worn by certain cape-wearing heroes, it featured no symbols. It simply appeared more robust than the surrounding sections, emitting a soft radiance reminiscent of moonlight.

The aura radiating from this faint glow felt alive, as if the armor itself were breathing.

After observing his work for a few more moments, Corey stepped forward and reached out.

With a mere thought, the material flowed over his arm, quickly enveloping his entire body.

Another mental command caused a helmet to materialize around his head while a pair of wings erupted from his back.

The helmet integrated seamlessly with the rest of the suit, lacking any visible joints or hinges.

Its contours followed the natural lines of his face without being overly dramatic, and there were no open slits for the eyes. Instead, the material thinned in that area, becoming a translucent, darkened glass.

While outsiders could not peer into his eyes, Corey’s own vision remained as clear as day from within.

Then there were the wings.

These were the most peculiar aspect of the armor, as they looked nothing like the wings of beasts or birds, but were instead crafted of metal.

They consisted of narrow, overlapping plates arranged with the care of meticulously placed shards.

Though these plates also resembled smoked glass, they were far from brittle. They moved with silent, mechanical precision, constantly sliding over one another.

The atmosphere surrounding the wings felt heavy, as if the air were being simultaneously compressed and released. Occasional distortions flickered within the glass, showing reflections that seemed to come from another place entirely.

This was his armor, and its beauty surpassed even his own expectations.

"I might have done far more than I expected with you," Corey whispered.

A soft smile touched his lips as the helmet dissolved back into the collar of the suit.

During the crafting process, he had surprisingly thought of additional functions to incorporate, which was why the armor had ultimately developed wings.

Corey realized with a hint of shock that this suit might possess even more utility than Primus.

However, he did not have the luxury of time to admire his handiwork any longer.

The skies above New Earth had already turned pitch black, mirroring the previous Tribulation. Corey understood that the heavens were waiting to unleash their full fury upon him.

The Tribulation was merely waiting to see if he would bestow a name upon his new creation or leave it nameless.

The more he hesitated, the more the Tribulation would assume he had chosen not to name the armor.

"I have a feeling this Tribulation is going to be different from the last one," Corey noted with a wry smile. "And this is just the beginning... I still have many other Tribulations to survive even after this."

Letting out a soft sigh, he shook his head and turned his attention toward Primus.

"I hope you’re ready, Primus. Because our lives would most likely depend on you."

In response, Primus vibrated, causing Corey to smile faintly.

He then turned back to his armor, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

"I’ve been thinking for some time on what I should name you, and what your purpose should be. But I believe I’ve gotten the answer for that."

He took a deep breath, filling his lungs before exhaling slowly.

To be honest, naming Primus had been relatively simple, but this armor was different. It was much more personal to him, making the choice harder.

Corey closed his eyes for a moment, then snapped them open, his gaze burning with a light of absolute determination.