Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon Chapter 1152 - 1149: Lil Sis

The sun had already begun its descent on the third day following the Heavens' assault on New Earth when Corey, lying upon a bed within the Forge, finally drifted back to consciousness.

A metallic ceiling occupied his field of vision; though blurry at first, his sight gradually sharpened until the details became clear.

He blinked, staring upward with a vacant expression for several moments before eventually turning his head to the right.

The familiar sight of the Forge's work equipment and benches met his gaze. He observed the tools for a few seconds before attempting to lift his right arm.

It was wrapped in bandages. As he inspected the rest of his frame, he discovered that nearly every inch of his body had been similarly bound.

A self-deprecating smile touched his lips, followed by a quiet sigh.

He struggled to recall the last time he had endured such catastrophic wounds—injuries severe enough to render him completely unconscious.

A faint grin remained as he shifted his gaze to the left.

There sat Pamela, her eyes shut in a meditative posture. Multicolored runes drifted in a slow swirl around her, shifting and reacting with every breath she drew.

Corey found himself captivated by the elegance of her features and the grace of her form as he watched her. His mind was devoid of thought; he simply could not pull his eyes away from her.

After a minute passed, Pamela’s left eyelid flickered. She opened her eyes and met Corey’s gaze with a subtle, suspicious squint.

"Are you done staring?"

Corey blinked, his expression remaining blank as he gave a small shake of his head.

"No."

Pamela’s mouth twitched, suppressed by a sudden impulse to beat some sense into him.

"I’m starting to wonder if that energy you drew in messed with your head, because you didn't act like this before."

Corey looked at her again, focusing specifically on her eyes.

They appeared ordinary, as if there was nothing special about them, yet Corey could see through the deception.

He could perceive her true nature... those silver eyes marked with the sign of Infinity.

They were breathtakingly beautiful, possessing a depth that was truly hypnotic.

"I don’t think anything is wrong with me. I’m merely appreciating beauty."

Pamela let out a scoff and rose to her feet.

"Right. Your brain is definitely damaged. I must have missed a spot while healing you. Let me fix that for you."

Pamela wore a wicked grin as she rolled up her right sleeve, golden healing runes beginning to dance around her forearm.

With that smile and the intimidating pressure she released, she bore a striking resemblance to a demonic healer.

Corey offered a small smile. "Don’t worry. I’m perfectly fine."

Pamela walked toward him, maintaining that same devilish smirk. She took hold of his chin, forcing him to look directly into her eyes.

"Are you absolutely sure?"

Corey nodded weakly, a wry smile on his face and a bead of sweat rolling down his temple.

"Good."

Pamela searched his eyes for a moment, an unreadable emotion flickering in her gaze before she finally stepped back.

The moment she moved away, a voice rang out.

"Papa!"

"Papa!"

Both Corey and Pamela turned toward the Forge’s entrance as Primus and Prima walked in.

Even though Pamela knew what to expect, the sight of an animated set of armor carrying a glass rod was still bizarre.

It wasn't just that the armor and the weapon moved independently; they were capable of speech as well.

While Pamela was lost in thought, Corey reacted with genuine shock at the sight of Prima and Primus.

"Primus? Prima?"

Primus shot out of Prima’s grip and appeared before Corey in an instant.

"Papa! You’re finally awake!"

Corey blinked, nodding slightly as he watched Primus zip back and forth excitedly.

He could feel the sheer happiness and relief radiating from Primus, which brought a warm smile to his face.

He began to sit up, leaning his back against the wall and headrest, but he was suddenly interrupted by Prima pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Oof."

The contact sent a sharp, stinging pain through his internal organs, causing him to hiss under his breath.

"I was so scared, Papa. I thought you weren't going to wake up. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you."

Corey gazed down at Prima. Although the sight of a suit of armor hugging a man of flesh and bone was peculiar, he gave her a gentle smile.

He reached out and patted her back.

"Don’t worry about it. You did a good job."

"Hmph."

Primus let out a sudden scoff.

"You’re such a crybaby. Who do you think Papa is? A weakling like that could never take Papa down."

Prima released Corey and turned to glare at Primus.

"Who are you calling a baby?! You’re the one who is immature! All you ever want to do is fight, fight, fight!"

Primus wobbled from side to side repeatedly, as if he were shaking his head in disapproval.

"And you just want to cling to Papa like a little kid. Grow up."

Prima pointed an angry finger at Primus. "We are supposed to be by Papa’s side! That is our purpose and our destiny!"

Primus drifted closer, ‘pointing’ right back at his sister.

"I know that, but you're still acting like a baby. I nearly died having to listen to you whine about Papa for days. Your constant babbling almost drove me insane!"

Prima began to shake with rage as Primus ridiculed her and revealed her private worries.

"You! You! You! Primussss!!! I’ll kill you!!!" she screamed.

Primus just scoffed. "Go ahead and try, little sister who’s a giant baby."

Golden lightning began to spark across Prima’s frame, and her voice turned ice-cold.

"I am more mature than you, so that makes me the older one."

Primus scoffed again, his own body crackling with golden lightning.

"Weren’t you born several days after me? You’re the younger one, so just deal with it, little sis."