Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon-Chapter 615 : 614: A Threat Not A Promise

Numerous thoughts went through Corey's mind when he saw the group of five sitting around the destroyed carriage.

He observed the group as he ran, and he noticed several things.

The first was that the group consisted if two women, two men, and a little girl that looked to be on the verge of death.

All of them wore fancy looking clothes and robes, and Corey guessed that they were either 'nobles' or they were just rich.

The state of the girl was intriguing to Corey because from what he could see, the girl was poisoned, and the poison was a unique poison he has never encountered before.

The urge to stop and analyse the state of the girl and the poison was extremely strong in Corey's heart because he felt that if he was able to obtain the poison or at least some knowledge of it, it would increase his poison prowess.

Obtaining a poison in a Tribulation of Hell was extremely tempting for Corey because he had a feeling that it could make him stronger and more dangerous. However...

'A distraction?'

Corey closed his eyes, and then the group noticed him. Their eyes brightened in relief and joy, and then one of the men and women stood and waved at Corey.

"Hey! Please we need your help!"

"Please!"

Corey's expression remained the same when he heard their words. He realized that the destroyed carriage had blocked all parts of the road.

The only way he could pass was to jump across all of them, but doing so was a risk in his eyes. If he decided to jump and these people were actually not normal people and they also nefarious intentions towards him, he would more vulnerable in the air compared to when he is on the ground.

If he could use his Eyes of Omniscience, he would not mind being in the air, but using his Eyes of Omniscience in a Tribulation of Hell was dangerous.

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'I'll just walk past them, and if they try anything, my first reaction would be to avoid a fight or anything that can waste my time.'

Corey slowed down, and when the men and women saw these, the relief and joy in their eyes increased.

"Oh thank the gods for sending us such a kind hearted fellow to help us. Please, we really need your help." The young woman who stood along with the young man moved closer to Corey.

"Please, we really need your help in saving the young lady. I promise that you'll be heavily rewarded if you help us."

The young man gestured at the young lady who was laying on her side while breathing faintly. Corey could not see her face, but he didn't care.

He kept on approaching the group, and he noticed one strange fact about the group.

None of them were wary of his presence. It was almost like they believed that he could not mean them any harm and he was here to help them.

It was strange, but Corey did not care about this.

The man and woman kept on walking, but Corey did not bother focusing on their words because they just kept on thanking him for arriving, begging him to help them, and telling him about a huge reward he would get for helping the young girl who seemed to be no other than eight years old.

When he reached the young girl, to the shock of all of them, Corey walked past them without even saying a word or stopping to check out the girl.

The men and women were stunned for a second, but then rage filled their eyes and then they shouted.

"How can you just leave us like that?!"

"Even after we pleaded with you, thanked you, and told you that we'll reward you massively, you still walk away like this?!"

"What kind of a man are you?!"

"What kind of a man walks from a dying and innocent young girl?!"

"You're just so heartless and sad!"

Corey ignored all their words and he just kept on walking. The group kept on insulting him without stopping, and Corey subconsciously filtered out their voices, but then a different voice drifted into his ears.

Cough! Cough! Cough' Cough!

it was just a cough, but it made Corey to instantly stop on the spot. A dense and dark oppressive aura filled the air the moment Corey remained on the spot, and even the men and women became silent because of this.

Corey turned his head and looked at the young girl who was struggling to sit up. Corey's eyes were cold and dark as he stared, and then the girl finally turned to face Corey.

She coughed once again, and then she spoke:

"Mi-Mister, can you please help me? I'm dying."

Cough! Cough!

"Please Mister."

The young girl pleaded, but the coldness and darkness in Corey's eyes remained. Hidden in the depths of his eyes was also pain and sadness as he stared at the face of the young girl.

The reason for this was because the girl bore a striking resemblance to his sister, Anna when she was eight years old. Not only did she greatly resemble his sister to the point that it was like he was looking at her once again, the girl's voice was also like his sister's.

'This Tribulation of Hell truly knows how to touch one's sore spot... I hate it... So much.'

Corey closed his eyes a few seconds after the girl spoke. A few seconds later, he opened them and spoke.

"What's your name"

The eyes of the little girl and the men and women brightened when they heard this. The girl coughed once again, but this time around, she coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"Young lady!"

"Princess!"

The men and women rushed towards the little girl, but despite the pain she was going through, the girl looked at Corey and spoke.

"Anna. My name is Anna, Mister."

Corey's pupils trembled when he heard this, and then he used his hands to cover his eyes. A smile appeared on his face three seconds later, and then he chuckled darkly.

His chuckle became a low and dark laugh which terrified the men and women, and the little girl, Anna.

Without saying a single word, Corey turned around and walked away, leaving behind a stunned Anna and her companions.

"Mi-Mister?!"

Anna called out, but Corey did not look back for once and kept on walking with a cold, dark, and rage-filled expression."

"Mister?!"

Anna called out once again, but Corey walked with his Phantom Plague Axe Intent blazing around him with a deadly sharpness, coldness, and killing intent.

'Oh, Hell. If you're looking for rage, I will give you rage.'

'It's a threat not a promise.'