Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon Chapter 1156 - 1153: Survival

"You have no idea what those little—Wait, what? Whose child did you say?"

Pamela’s revelation left Corey completely stunned, his voice failing him from the sheer shock.

The irritation and rage that had been boiling within him evaporated instantly, replaced by wide-eyed disbelief as he stared at her.

His thoughts came to a grinding halt; despite possessing thousands of Stars of Consciousness, his mind was a chaotic mess.

A baby?

His?

When exactly had he and Pamela slept together?

Was this some sort of hallucination?

What in the world was going on?

He couldn't even form these questions into coherent thoughts.

Raising an eyebrow, Pamela opened her palm, letting Primus and Prima settle comfortably on her hand.

In a strange display, runes shimmered before the mischievous pair, manifesting miniature-sized popcorn and drinks.

The children glanced at the snacks and then at each other before digging in with delighted grins.

They settled in to watch their father as if he were the main attraction in a theater.

Corey missed the entire spectacle, his mind still reeling in total disarray.

Meanwhile, Pamela didn't stop her teasing.

"You don’t remember?"

Corey blinked rapidly, then looked down and adjusted his trousers with a visible sense of dread.

He checked himself, and though he wasn't sure what he expected to find, he was terrified.

The fear that he had actually gotten Pamela pregnant without even knowing it gripped him.

Naturally, his inspection yielded no answers, leaving him to look back at Pamela with a look that blended suspicion, bewilderment, and a hint of panic.

"Did you... rape me?"

Pamela’s eyes widened slightly at the accusation, while Primus and Prima both spat out their drinks in shock.

All three were momentarily speechless before Pamela broke into a smile, looked away, and began to chuckle.

Keeping that same smile, she walked toward Corey, whose mind remained fractured.

She swung her free hand, intending to slap him, but Corey’s instincts kicked in and he caught her wrist.

It was only because she hadn't moved with her usual blinding speed that he managed to intercept the blow.

Corey looked from her hand back to her face.

"Stop slapping—"

Before he could finish, Pamela used her other hand to deliver a slap that sent his head snapping to the side.

Corey clutched his face, looking stunned, only for Pamela to follow up with strikes to his stomach and shoulder.

"I can’t believe you would actually suggest I raped you. Do you honestly think I need to resort to such things just to have sex with you?"

"I can have any man I desire. I am stunning. I am sexy. I am both wealthy and powerful."

"Tell me, what man wouldn’t want me?"

She ceased the physical assault and grabbed him firmly by the collar.

Pulling him in until their lips were inches apart, she locked eyes with him.

"Answer me, Corey. What man wouldn’t want me?"

"What?" Corey was utterly lost, staring at her as if she had lost her sanity.

Pamela let out a scoff, shoved him onto the bed, and climbed on top of him, her weight pressing directly against him.

"Give me an answer, Corey. What man wouldn’t want me? Would I ever need to force someone to sleep with me?"

Corey felt an instinctive physical reaction, and he glanced down before looking back at Pamela with a deep frown and a look of pure confusion.

"What is wrong with you, woman?"

With a sharp mental command, Corey used his telekinesis to shove her toward the edge of the bed.

She rolled and nearly tumbled to the floor, but managed to catch herself just in time.

Corey stood up, glaring at Pamela while adjusting his pants to conceal the bulge.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Pamela?! Why are you acting this way?!"

Pamela sat back on the bed, her expression a mix of annoyance and frustration as she looked at him.

"You’re the one who said I raped you."

Corey turned his head away, clutching it in sheer disbelief and frustration.

"The fuck! So that’s your excuse for slapping me and sexually assaulting me?"

Pamela glared right back at him. "You never learn, do you?"

Corey’s lips twitched in irritation before he sighed and sat down on the bed.

"Fine. Just... talk to me. What is the actual problem here? Why did you tease me about us having a child?"

Pamela looked at him. "We really do have a child. Can’t—"

"Drop the jokes, Pamela. If you had actually raped me, I’d know for sure by now, and I certainly wouldn't be this calm. So, tell me why you're really doing this?"

Pamela was quiet for several seconds before she finally spoke.

"I’m going to need to have your child very soon."

Corey froze, blinking in silence for a moment before turning to her with a look of pure bewilderment.

"What?"

Pamela let out a heavy breath, inhaling deeply before continuing.

"You're aware that my race is a limitation for me. My race represents the peak of this universe, making it incredibly hard to surpass the universal limits unless I can evolve my bloodline."

"However, evolving one's race is no simple feat. Especially mine, which is already considered one of the pinnacle races of our universe. I started as a human and fought hard to evolve into what I am now... but it isn't enough."

"While I was confined in there..."

She pointed toward the room Corey had constructed for her.

"... I reached an enlightenment regarding how to evolve my race without needing treasures from outside this universe. Anything capable of evolving me further would have to be something that exists beyond the limits of our reality."

"I’ve exhausted the Underworld’s treasury and used all my influence to reach this stage. I even utilized System rewards specifically meant for racial evolution."

"But at this point... finding something that can trigger another evolution is nearly impossible."

"Until I realized there were two other paths... survival through combat and survival through procreation."

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[Please check out the Author’s Note. Very important.]