Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon



The streets of the Outer Area bustled with different sorts of activities. Fights, car chases, the laughter of drunkards and narcotic consumers, small kids performing various acts of thievery, the weak being used as slaves, and debauchery of all sorts occurring out in the open and in seemingly unseen corners.

These activities which would be performed in unseen places or the night were performed during the day, making one wonder if even worse activities could even be performed in the absence of light.

In front of a decrepit house sat two shabby-looking young men, both with a bottle of alcohol in their hands.

One of them took a gulp from his bottle while the other placed his bottle on the floor, then he placed his hands in his pocket, eventually bringing out a joint. He brought out a lighter and after two clicks, he lighted the roll and took a puff from it, eventually exhaling it with a satisfied expression.

The other man glanced at his partner with raised brows, his eyes having a tinge of intrigue.

"What's that? Smells different than the others."

He asked and his partner looked at him with a smile.

"This the new shit that's in circulation. It's called Neon."

The man with the bottle of wine looked at the joint in his partner's hand, an intrigued and skeptical expression on his face.

"Is it good?"

"Good?"

He asked and as soon as he did, his partner looked at him with raised brows before he erupted with a loud laugh.

"Shit isn't just good, it's the best. I take it as my breakfast brah. Even take it as my dinner, minutes before I sleep."

"I breath Neon bruh."

The partner gave a wide smile towards the young man with the bottle, then he took another deep puff of Neon, exhaling it afterward with a satisfied expression.

"This the shit man. Nothing beats this."

The man with the bottle glanced at the roll of Neon in his partner's hands, a skeptical light still evident in his eyes despite the words of his partner.

"Is it that good? I mean, to me, nothing can beat Coke. Weeds don't make me high enough."

"It's damn good man. Neon can be used in any form. It can be smoked, added to your drink, water, or even food, and it can also be inhaled. Also…"

The partner paused, then he looked around, his eyes scanning the surroundings in a vigilant manner. Eventually, he moved closer to his friend with the bottle, and a whisper escaped his lips.

"…Neon can also increase your stats by a small amount. Can you believe that?"

The young man with the bottle had his eyes widening to unimaginable limits and in the next instant, his mouth opened, wanting to scream out the word- "Impossible", but his partner quickly covered his mouth, preventing him from uttering a word.

His partner's eyes darted around, a vigilant light in his eyes.

"Don't shout you fool. Do you want everybody to know about Neon? If more people know about it do you think we'd be able to get some? We're poor and nobodies dude!"

The young man with the roll of Neon spoke with an angered tone. His eyes then caught sight of an extremely handsome tall and buff man in the distance, his handsomeness stunning him for a few seconds.

"Hey, man!"

He called out and the young man with the bottle of alcohol blinked as he looked at his partner with a confused light, wondering what the hell his partner wanted to do with somebody that looked stronger and richer than them.

Meanwhile, the man who was called did not bother to reply to the call, making the young man with Neon unsure if the man was just outright ignoring him or did not hear his voice.

The gaze of the young man shifted and with a quick movement of his arms, he snatched his friend's bottle and without hesitation, threw it at the tall handsome man in the distance.

The bottle whistled through the air as it flew toward the handsome tall man, and the owner of the bottle had widened eyes as he wondered what the hell was wrong with his friend.

'Oh Lord, what the hell did this bastard smoke… Oh wait…'

Just as the partner had various thoughts on how he would die, his eyes widened once again when he saw the tall handsome turning around and with a calm movement, caught the bottle.

The tall handsome man had a deep frown as he turned towards the duo, making the heart of the previous owner of the bottle skip several beats.

"Hey, man. Do you want some Neon?"

"…"

"…"

"Neon?"

The tall handsome man had raised brows as he gazed at the outstretched hand of the crazy young man. In his hand was a transparent bag of Neon, something which the tall handsome man would recognize even when blind and asleep.

After some seconds passed, the tall handsome man shook his head and with a solemn tone, he spoke:

"You shouldn't be smoking. You still have a long life ahead of you."

The crazy young man blinked repeatedly as he looked at the tall handsome man with a strange gaze, his eyes having a tinge of confusion.

"What are you talking about? We're no longer normal humans so drugs and weed cannot affect us. We can smoke as much as we want, drink as much as we want, and take as much drugs as we want. We're free to do as we want!"

The crazy young man spoke with his hands outstretched, his eyes having a strange glint in them and a wide smile could be seen on his lips.

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

The tall handsome man shook his head and without waiting for a response, he walked away, placing the bottle in his hand on a car nearby.

"Bruh doesn't know what he's missing."

The crazy young man shook his head with a regretful expression, and just as he did, a hand grabbed him by his collar.

"You bastard! Why did you decide to call that scary guy? Didn't you see his eyes, they were cold and emotionless as fuck."

The crazy young man glanced at his partner who was looking at him with an intense glare and a tinge of fear, his last words spoken as a whisper due to his fear of the tall handsome man.

"What's the problem? I was just trying to spread the good stuff."

The crazy young man shrugged then he removed his friend's hand from his collar.

"Were you not the one that said we shouldn't tell more people about Neon 'cause we're poor and nobodies?"

The crazy young man's friend questioned with a confused tone, and the crazy young man blinked twice, his eyes also having a confused light.

"I said that?"

He asked and the friend nodded.

"Well god damn. This shit be strong as fuck."

The crazy young man spoke and with a smile, he took another puff of Neon. After exhaling it, he glanced at his friend who was looking at him with a strange gaze.

Using his mouth to hold the roll of Neon, he shifted his gaze from his friend to his pocket. He brought out a clear mini polythene bag that contained a white powdery substance- Neon.

"Want some Neon?"

The crazy young man shook the clear mini polythene bag and without saying a single word, his friend snatched the bag from his friend and he walked into the house behind them.

The crazy young man saw that and he had a smile on his face. He took another puff of Neon, exhaling it afterward.

"We shall all breathe Neon."

Meanwhile, as all of this was going on, the tall handsome man who has walked away from the duo had a small frown on his face as he remembered the duo, especially the crazy young man.

'I should probably decrease the euphoric effect of Neon in the future. I can't be having my consumers go crazy after such a short time.'

The tall handsome man who was the creator of Neon, had this thought as he realized that the euphoric effects occurred too quickly in his consumers, especially abusers of his drug like the crazy young man.

'Also, I can't have them dying too soon.'

Corey thought once again then he released a soft sigh and looked forward. His eyes were drawn to an extremely large and beautiful building.

Its beauty and magnificence were something that Corey had never seen. Most of its walls were made of glass, not bricks and stones. It covered more than five hundred square meters, which was an area that was equivalent to one hundred football pitches.

Countless people walked in and out of the building, with various vehicles parked around the building while some vehicles moved away from the building.

The building hustled and bustled with so many activities, making it a noisy but surprisingly lawful place.

Corey stood before one of the masterpieces of the Underworld, The Underworld Emporium.