Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon Chapter 1139 - 1136: Come

Prior to his experience with Primus, Corey remained ignorant of naming rites and the profound influence they exerted over a crafted item's potential and inherent traits.

However, once they had endured their Tribulation, Primus explained the critical necessity of bestowing a fitting name upon any creation born of a Blacksmith's forge.

The name itself was vital, yet the underlying intent and significance behind that name carried even greater weight.

Equipped with this realization, Corey understood that his newly forged armor required a proper designation.

While the name and essence of Primus had manifested within him instinctively, he found he had to deliberate intentionally to find the right title and meaning for this piece.

To his surprise, the act of conscious contemplation proved far more demanding than relying on intuition.

Yet, such a struggle was only natural.

There are moments when performing an action with awareness is significantly more taxing than doing so by sheer impulse.

A multitude of concepts for the armor's identity and purpose flooded his mind, many of which were impressive.

Still, none of them resonated deeply enough or felt sufficiently distinct to satisfy him.

That changed the moment a memory of his mother surfaced.

He recalled being eleven years old, pursued by a massive dog on his walk home from school—a rare instance where he felt the cold grip of certain death.

His only memory of the event was sprinting and screaming in sheer desperation.

He had run with such intensity that he felt he could have outpaced a cheetah or the world's swiftest sprinter.

His mother, alerted by his frantic cries, had rushed out of their home in a state of terror and confusion.

Upon spotting the beast, she retreated inside for a mere five seconds, only to emerge wielding a baseball bat.

Corey’s mother was a woman who had never harmed anything larger than a fish or a fly; she was someone who trembled at the sight of rats or cockroaches. She was a soul who inherently preferred harmony over conflict.

Yet, in that singular moment, Corey watched her charge without a shred of doubt, miraculously striking the dog’s skull with a powerful swing of the bat.

It was a stroke of fortune that her husband had once instructed her on how to properly handle a bat.

That day was etched into Corey’s soul, teaching him that the adrenaline fueled by a mother's love for her endangered child is a force beyond human comprehension.

Recalling numerous other times she had shielded him, he finally grasped what the true essence of his armor should be.

Love.

A protective, unwavering love.

He concluded that rather than seeking armor that was simply indestructible or unbreakable, possessing equipment that loved him and would sacrifice everything for his safety was the ultimate defense.

Though it was a peculiar philosophy, Corey was convinced that genuine love was the most potent protection available. Much like a devoted mother, such a force would stop at nothing to safeguard what it held dear.

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The moment Prima was named, the foundations of the world shook as the heavens erupted in brilliant flashes and roaring thunder.

Every soul across New Earth wore a mask of dread while staring up at the darkening firmament.

It felt as though the day of reckoning had arrived. Even those who assumed the judgment was localized over the Black Sea feared the celestial wrath might suddenly wipe the entire planet from the stars.

The previous Tribulation had already left their souls trembling, and the lingering shock had yet to fade from their hearts.

Conversations regarding the origin of such a phenomenon were still spreading across every continent.

But a mere two days later, a second Tribulation was unfolding before their eyes.

From its appearance, this one promised to be even more cataclysmic than the last.

What was happening to their world?

Who or what was triggering these heavenly trials?

How many more such events would they be forced to endure?

Was anyone truly safe?

While the ignorant were consumed by these questions, those with deeper insight wondered if Corey was a lunatic or a mortal who simply possessed no fear of the heavens.

The Gods themselves looked on with grim expressions as golden lightning began to dance across the clouds.

This Tribulation was beginning with golden bolts, making it far more lethal than the one that preceded it.

"He has truly done it now. The heavens are incensed and intend to end him," the God of Storms remarked, his gaze filled with intense caution.

The other deities remained silent, though they shared his grim assessment.

In their eyes, Corey’s actions were the height of arrogance and stupidity.

To provoke the heavens twice in such a brief window?

Such defiance rarely ended in anything but tragedy.

The God of Storms swept his hand, tearing a rift in the fabric of space.

"I am departing. The rest of you may stay if you wish."

Without another word or waiting for their reply, he stepped into the spatial tear and vanished.

The remaining gods exchanged looks before they, too, began to teleport away one by one.

No one needed to explain the danger of remaining near the epicenter of such a Tribulation.

Should the heavens suspect they were interfering to help Corey, or should the Universal System begin a rigorous audit of those nearby, the consequences would be dire—and they wanted no part of it.

Just as before, they chose to watch Corey's fate from a safe distance.

Meanwhile, Corey remained composed, his focus absolute as he watched the storm gather above.

Stepping forward into the air, he flickered out of existence and reappeared high above the Black Sea.

"Come."