Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon Chapter 1146 - 1143: Copying

The moment Corey’s helmet was removed, those possessing unique eyes—Anna, the Gods, Pamela, Divine, Rosa, and even The Clown—were left paralyzed by shock or consumed by horror. Corey's appearance was a sight that shook them to their cores.

Because the Heavenly Executor and Corey were moving at velocities typically reserved for gods or the most gifted Immortals, very few observers could actually track the progression of the duel.

Aside from the divine beings, individuals like Divine and Anna maintained their view by borrowing power from entities far more formidable than the gods present. This connection allowed them to witness the clash between the mortal and the Heavenly Executor.

Anna, for instance, utilized Tessa’s strength to watch the engagement alongside her. As soon as Corey’s face became visible, tears began to stream down her cheeks.

Those with limited experience, like Anna and many others, mistakenly believed Corey was holding his own and remained unharmed while fighting the Heavenly Executor. However, experienced figures such as the Gods, Tessa, and Divine understood the truth: no one could engage an entity like the Heavenly Executor without paying a devastating price.

If such a feat were possible without consequence, the very balance of the universe would crumble.

The idea of a mortal standing against a God was fundamentally impossible.

While his physical state horrified many, the Gods in particular found themselves astounded by Corey’s Willpower. Even in his current condition, he refused to falter, choosing to push forward instead of surrendering.

The deities couldn't help but question if they would possess the same resolve if they were in his position.

For several gods, the spectacle only confirmed their intent to claim him as a Legacy Disciple. They believed that with a Will so powerful and sturdy, Corey was fated for divinity, provided he did not meet an untimely demise.

On the battlefield, Corey felt as though his internal organs were being consumed by fire.

His brain seemed to be screaming for him to shut down and find rest. His vision was a crimson, blurry mess, and his limbs trembled uncontrollably.

His body craved sleep, and his breathing had become jagged and labored.

Yet, Corey understood that stopping was not an option.

He shook his head and closed his eyes briefly; when he opened them, the world regained some clarity. He could sense the overwhelming concern radiating from Primus and Prima, but they also felt his resolve, his Will, and his burning desire.

Linked together, the three shared a profound understanding that transcended the need for conversation.

Victory was the only goal.

They simply had to SURVIVE.

Corey took a deep, heavy breath—an action that provided a strange mixture of immense relief and sharp agony. For a long duration of the fight, he had been surviving on a single held breath.

As his sight cleared, Corey observed the Heavenly Executor holding a golden lightning spear toward the heavens. Golden bolts of lightning cascaded from the firmament, while the fragments of the spears previously shattered by Primus were drawn toward the Executor's weapon.

The golden lightning bolt in the entity's hand grew increasingly solid and radiant, emitting fewer erratic arcs of electricity as it condensed. It was siphoning every spark of golden lightning present on New Earth.

Corey’s expression turned grim as he witnessed this. He glanced at the earth, used his telekinesis to seize a large boulder, and hurled it toward his opponent.

The rock disintegrated into dust the moment it neared the Heavenly Executor. A spherical shield made of innumerable golden lightning bolts surrounded the entity.

This protection was invisible to the naked eye. Even with his Eyes of Omniscience, Corey’s weakened state made it impossible to see.

The Heavenly Executor tilted its head in a display of confusion, watching Corey. It seemed to wonder why he would attempt such a futile move and if a secondary attack was coming.

However, no other attack followed.

“Damn it. You were right. It wasn't there before. I assume it’s a defensive skill used while it gathers that much energy.” Corey spat out a mouthful of blood as he spoke. The Heavenly Executor then turned its attention back to the golden lightning bolt.

A cold light flickered in Corey’s eyes.

He had spent the entire battle trying to prevent this, but the Heavenly Executor was finally unleashing the ability it had been preparing.

“Let’s do it. We only have one shot at this.”

Primus and Prima hummed in response as Corey let out a long breath. To the utter amazement of the watching Gods and spectators, Primus transformed, taking the exact shape of the golden lightning bolt held by the Executor.

The imitation was nearly perfect; not only did it look like the weapon of the Heavens, but its aura was almost identical.

It was disturbingly similar.

Unless one looked with extreme care, Primus could easily be mistaken for the authentic divine weapon.

The Heavenly Executor actually hesitated, staring at Primus. Through its Will, Corey could feel the entity's confusion and disbelief.

Simultaneously, he felt its killing intent surge. An object capable of mimicking a weapon of the Heavens was an abomination that could not be permitted to exist.

Such an ability was more than just dangerous; it was a blasphemy. The weapons of Heaven belonged to Heaven alone, not to any mortal man.

The golden electricity on Prima began to flow into Primus, causing a small sphere of golden lightning to form at its tip. This technique was distinct yet mirrored the Heavenly Executor’s own power, causing the entity's murderous intent to peak as it sensed the similarity.

The entire world—Gods, Immortals, Mystics, and mortals alike—watched with wide eyes, holding their breath in anticipation.

Corey and the Heavenly Executor locked eyes. Both sides focused their energies to the limit, and once the power reached its zenith, they struck simultaneously.

It seemed as if the world would be torn in half.

No.

The world was split in two.