Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon

In the tumultuous aftermath of the explosion, Calista's voice pierced through the chaos with an air of unwavering authority.

Her words cut through the din with a tone that brooked no argument, carrying a commanding power that demanded immediate attention from every corner of the Emporium. With an undertone of pride, her voice resonated with a deep sense of control, exuding an unshakable confidence that reflected her elevated status.

Every being present in the Emporium shook due to the immense power that was present in her voice, and Corey and Divine were no exceptions.

[EVERY INDIVIDUAL IN THE EMPORIUM SHOULD ASSEMBLE AT THE GROUND FLOOR!.]

[THE STAFFS ARE NOT EXEMPTED FROM THIS!]

Corey looked at Divine with a deep frown, and a trace of anxiety in his eyes.

Although, he knew that his Tri-Pupil Eyes were special, and knowledge of its abilities was probably not known to the public.

Nothing was certain.

He didn't know what abilities a tier 6 being had, and neither did he know what abilities and knowledge the manager had.

He didn't want to take the chance. The consequences of the manager noticing his Tri-Pupil Eyes or even inspecting him was something that would definitely lead to his demise.

His body had a lot of secrets, and he was 100% certain that he would face a terrible and pitying end if his secrets were found out.

He hoped that Divine had a way to avoid the inspection of the Emporium Manager.

"Let's go."

Corey face darkened, and with an unwilling expression, he followed Divine who was exiting the toilet.

As the duo walked down the corridor of the toilet, Divine spoke with a tone that was not too loud, and not too low.

"We're in the domain of the manager."

Corey looked at Divine who said nothing else, and Corey frowned.

Though, Divine said nothing else. Corey could infer a few things from Divine's words.

The Emporium had most likely become the domain of the manager, and she could probably sense everything that was ongoing in the Emporium.

The manager could most likely hear and see everything that was being said in the Emporium.

He didn't know if the manager could perceive it if they communicated using Mind Link, but if Divine dared not to communicate with that, who was he to try and use it.

'Let's just hope it goes well.'

Corey thought, and a few seconds later, they exited the corridor.

Corey looked around, and he noticed that the incompetent toilet guards were nowhere to be seen.

His gaze shifted from the normal location of the toilet guards to the countless individuals that were pouring into the ground floor they were currently on.

He could spot displeased, fearful, awe-filled, and confused expressions on the countless individals around them.

"Let's move closer to the front."

Divine said and Corey nodded.

It didn't really matter whether they stayed at the back, middle or front. If the manager had a way of figuring out that they intruded her office and stole from the treasury, then staying in any location didn't really matter.

In fact, leaving the Emporium early was much better in case any unforseen situations happened that could implicate them.

Corey and Divine moved closer to the front of the crowd. They could hear whispers travelling around the crowd, with most wondering what was going on.

Although, they all heard the explosions from above, most could never have imagined that the Emporium's treasury had been robbed, and the manager's office had been intruded into.

To most here, attempting to rob the treasury and the manager's office was a death sentence. And the majority of them did not have a death sentence.

Corey looked away from the Emporium customers to the guards, and he saw many of them having grave expressions, while some had fearful expressions.

Especially the four guards that were in charge of the treasury.

He could easily guess the reason for their expressions.

They had failed in their duty, and with the nature of the Underworld, their lives would never be the same from today.

That is if they still kept their lives.

A minute went by, and just as everybody was wondering where the manager was, and what was going to happen to them, they all instinctively looked up.

Nobody told them to.

But they just knew. They just knew that a presence was above them.

And this presence invoked a feeling of powerlessness, fear, and awe in the hearts of most individuals present.

THUD!

Every guard of the Emporium instantly fell on their two knees with their heads lowered.

A sign of fear and reverence.

Corey glanced at the guards, and he saw a few dripping with sweat all over the body. As he observed the guards' reactions and the intensity of the moment, Corey realized the immense power that Calista held.

'If the mortal Emporium guards are this respectful. Then, the mystic Emporium guards should be the same.'

A few seconds later, he shifted his gaze to the figure above, and his face became solemn.

'So that's the manager.'

The manager, Calista, had the most beautiful appearance Corey had ever seen.

Her asymmetrical bob haircut perfectly framed her face, with one side jet black and the other platinum blonde, creating a mesmerizing contrast.

Her bright blue eyes, sparkling with wisdom, seemed to pierce through any conversation, conveying a sense of boundless knowledge and experience. Her gaze carried a depth that left one feeling both captivated and somewhat inferior, as if standing in the presence of an individual of immense understanding.

In terms of her attire, Calista adorned herself in elegant, flowing garments that blend a touch of mystique with a professional air. She wore a long, flowing trouser which was colored white, paired with an intricately shirt.

On her neck was a blue gem that had the same shade as that of her eye. On her left ear was a black earring, and on the left side was a golden earring.

The choice of her attire consistently resonated with a style that's both sophisticated and enigmatic, mirroring her personality and the essence of the Emporium she oversees.

As for her physical stature, Calista carried herself with a graceful poise, standing at an average height. Her assets were moderately sized, making her stature fit for various physical activities.

Her demeanor exuded confidence and authority.

Seeing Calista up in the air, Corey frowned.

'So this is a tier 6.'