Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon



After making both the Terror Queen and her daughter his slave, Anon decided to leave after realizing he had nothing else to do with the Terror Queen after collecting her contact.

He gave the Terror Queen a syringe containing the antidote to the poison in her daughter's body, then he left with the Terror Queen escorting him back to the exit.

He climbed back down to the first floor and the scene of the slave market emerged before his eyes. A few glances were thrown his way but after seeing the Terror Queen with him, the glances disappeared just as fast as it came.

Anon walked through the slave market on the first floor, his eyes shooting brief glances at the despair stricken caged slaves. A few moments later, he reached the exit of the building, then he turned towards the Terror Queen.

"I'll send you more details regarding our business in the future."

The Terror Queen nodded and without saying anything else, he walked away. The Terror Queen stared at his departing figure for a few seconds before she also turned and walked back to her penthouse.

Meanwhile, unknown to both of them, a particular teenage slave boy had been watching them, his eyes having a glint in them as he looked at the departing figure of the Terror Queen.

The Terror Queen walked up to her penthouse apartment and as soon as she entered, she flopped unto one of her couches and released an exhausted sigh. She looked at the syringe in her hand then her daughter and with a soft shake of head, she placed the syringe on the glass table.

A pondering expression appeared on her face and a few moments later, she tapped her Underworld watch then she spoke:

"Call Julie."

A ringing sound emerged from her phone as soon as the Terror Queen spoke, and a few seconds later, a female voice resounded from the watch.

"Madam?"

"Follow that coward for me. But make sure you don't get caught. His senses should be very high since I believe he's from the Assassin's group."

The Terror Queen spoke and a curious tone resounded from her watch.

"Why do you say that madam?"

The Terror Queen raised an eyebrow hearing the question.

"Do you mean why I believe he's from the Assassin's group?"

"Yes madam."

The Terror Queen remained silent, her mind going back to her time with Anon.

"His steps were silent… too silent."

She mumbled and no response could be heard from the Underground Watch for some seconds.

"Understood Madam."

The voice replied and in a 3 storey building approximately 5km away, a lady wearing black trousers and a black long sleeved shirt stood from a couch. She released a yawn and with a scratch she looked around her room.

Her eyes landed on her 60m sniper rifle fitted on its bipods with its barrel barely outside the window of her room. Seeing the black sniper, a smile adorned her beautiful face. She walked towards it and with the same smile, grabbed the sniper rifle.

"You might finally get to see some action Ghost."

Julie mumbled as she affectionately rubbed the sniper rifle, but just as she did, a ring from her U-Watch resounded, breaking her moment.

Julie had furrowed brows as she wondered just who was calling her, but when she looked at the caller ID, finding it to be her madam, a respectful expression instantly appeared on her face.

Tap

"Yes Madam?"

"By the way, do not fight that bastard no matter what. In fact, I just thought of something, send one of your disposable subordinates to spy on him but make sure you can see what he sees.

Stay in a far and safe place, and I repeat, do not fight him no matter what.

Do you understand?"

Julie blinked repeatedly, confusion and bafflement clouding her eyes as she wondered why her Madam was so cautious about a Tier 1.

But despite her confusion, she wouldn't question the orders of her Madam.

"I understand Madam."

"Good."

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Julie looked at ghost and an apologetic smile appeared on her lips.

"Sorry Ghost, you won't get to see any action today."

(Back at the Penthouse)

The Terror Queen stood before her daughter, holding the syringe given to her by the coward Anon. She looked at her daughter for a few seconds then she released a sigh.

"She's so definitely going to be so angry."

The Terror Queen mumbled as she rubbed her forehead with a frown. Moments later, the Terror Queen bent and injected her daughter with the syringe.

A few moments later, her daughter jumped up while breathing heavily. Her expression pale and sweaty, and with a confused and startled expression, she looked around.

"Calm down Selene. Take deep breaths and calm down."

The Terror Queen spoke as she sat on the couch opposite that of her daughter's.

Her daughter, Selene gazed at her mother, a light of confusion appeared in her eyes for an instant before memories surged into her mind and an expression of realization appeared on her face.

"Where's Anon?"

Selene asked as her eyes darted around, looking for the figure of the insidious man that poisoned her.

"Your master has gone."

"Uh… what?"

Selene glanced at her mother, extreme confusion could be seen on her face.

The Terror Queen crossed her legs and with an indifferent expression she looked at her daughter, an expression her daughter had seen one too many times.

"I said your master, Anon, has gone. He'll come back for you later."

The Terror Queen explained, her tone dripping with indifference.

"What do you mean Anon is my master? When did that ever happen?"

Selene was confused, extremely confused as wondered if her mother was joking with her, though he couldn't remember the last time her mother joked around with her… That was if she ever even joked with her.

"Anon became your master while you were sleeping."

It took a moment for the words of her mother to truly sink in and as it did, her eyes widened and extreme rage appeared in her eyes.

"YOU USED THE SCROLL TO MAKE ME A SLAVE?!!!"

"I –"

"SHUT UP!! HOW COULD YOU?!!!"

"I-"

"I HATE YOU!!"

"YOU'RE A LIAR, ALWAYS LYING ABOUT EVERYTHING. IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU DAD DIED!!!"

"…"

BANGG!!!

Despite the Terror Queen's attempt to speak, her daughter who rarely displayed an emotion to outsiders, raged, refusing to give her mother the chance to speak, and all the Terror Queen could do was watch as her daughter left with immense anger, almost breaking the door in the process of closing it.

The Terror Queen gazed at the door, her eyes remained indifferent but her heart was not. The last words her daughter spoke cut deep into her heart.

Some minutes later she released a deep sigh and stood up, her eyes having a bit of madness in them.

"Some slaves should relieve me of some stress."

The Terror Queen spoke and some unfortunate slaves had the worst day of their lives.