Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon Chapter 1155 - 1152: Whose...

"Exactly what purpose do they serve?"

As Corey posed the question, Pamela’s attention sharpened, her gaze shifting between Primus and Prima in anticipation.

She shared his curiosity regarding the function of the crown of blades atop Primus’ head, the trio of interlocking rings orbiting Prima, and the mysterious nature of their eyes.

The two small beings exchanged a look before simultaneously shaking their heads.

"It is impossible for us to explain it to you, papa," Prima stated, her tone uncharacteristically grave, causing Corey’s brow to furrow.

"And why is that?"

"Because your current strength is far too lacking," Primus answered instantly. Corey’s eye gave a sharp twitch at the bluntness.

Fixing Primus with a thin smile that carried no warmth, Corey spoke softly. "Is that so? Perhaps you should explain further, Primus, before I decide on a punishment."

Primus let out a nervous, shaky laugh and retreated a step in trepidation, his index fingers tapping together anxiously.

"Well, I—we simply cannot describe it accurately. For some reason, the concepts are beyond your current understanding."

Corey’s confusion deepened, but before he could press further, Prima zipped through the air and delivered a light smack to the back of Primus’ head.

"What was that for?!" Primus barked, clutching his skull and glaring at her, while Prima merely huffed in contempt.

"You are talking nonsense. Can’t you see how confused Papa is?"

Primus opened his mouth to retort, but Prima cut him off by stepping directly in front of him, leaving him to grind his teeth in frustration.

"Only infants fail to explain things clearly," she mocked with a sneer.

Primus erupted in a shout, though his high-pitched voice and small stature made the outburst seem more adorable than intimidating.

"Even grown-ups struggle to explain things sometimes!"

"Sure, sure. Move aside and let the adults handle the talking. Children should go play with their toys," Prima dismissed him with a lazy wave of her hand, causing Primus to ball his fists in a silent rage.

Observing the escalating bickering, Corey let out a weary, irritated sigh.

"Enough, Prima. I told you both to stop this fighting. You are family; start behaving like it."

Prima blinked with feigned innocence before pointing an accusing finger at Primus.

"I was merely defending your honor, Papa. He insulted you by calling you weak."

"You called him weak as well!" Primus yelled, shoving Prima from behind.

Stumbling forward, Prima spun around with fire in her eyes, glaring at her counterpart.

"I did no such thing! You are the one constantly pointing out Papa’s lack of strength!"

She poked Primus in the chest with enough force to send him reeling backward.

Grit-toothed and fuming, Primus marched back toward her. "That is because it is the truth! And you know it just as well as I do!"

Corey’s eye twitched again, feeling a literal pang in his heart from the repeated insults to his power level.

Meanwhile, Primus retaliated by jabbing Prima’s chest even harder than she had hit him, nearly knocking her off her feet.

Prima clutched her chest, her expression shifting from anger to sorrow as her eyes began to well up with tears while looking at Corey.

"Papa... he hurt me. He actually hurt me."

"Liar! That didn't hurt you at all!" Primus scrambled to Prima’s side, looking at Corey with a mixture of resentment toward her and burgeoning fear of him.

Corey buried his face in his palms. A heavy silence descended upon the Forge as Primus, Prima, and even Pamela waited for his reaction.

"Papa?" Prima whispered after a full minute of silence had passed.

Corey took a long, slow breath before sliding his hands down to reveal eyes that were now cold and piercing.

"If I hear one more argument, I promise that both of you will regret ever having the ability to speak."

"Hiek!"

The two of them gasped in unison, frantically covering their mouths. It wasn't just the threat that scared them, but the terrifyingly creative methods Corey was currently imagining to enforce it.

"Do not speak another word unless I command it. Is that understood?"

His icy roar echoed through the chamber. Both entities nodded vigorously, their hands still clamped over their mouths in terror.

Corey rubbed his temples, exhaling in a blend of exhaustion and frustration.

Looking up, he sighed once more and focused on Prima. "Now, give me a proper explanation as to why you cannot reveal the functions of the rings and the crown."

Prima looked at him with wide, innocent eyes.

Five seconds ticked by in silence. She said nothing, merely staring back while keeping her mouth covered.

Prominent veins throbbed on Corey’s forehead and temples. His lips pulled back into a grin that would have sent a demon running in fear.

"I asked you a question. Speak."

Prima blinked rapidly, then cautiously lowered her hands, her face etched with fear. "I was just worried you would yell at me again."

While the words themselves were harmless, they were the final straw for Corey.