Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint Epub Novels & Stories

“When you come and think about it, death is not that bad, is it? You, who have lost your parents long before you could know them; you, who parted so cruelly with your only living relative; you, who had witnessed how your trusted driver morphed into a monster you fear, would very much understand how peaceful the prospect of it is.” Wheezing, Laura looked at him. “How do you know that?” A wicked smile curved Soyet’s lips. “Trust me, child. Every side of this universe has already been seen by my eyes. I am, after all, an omniscient existence.”

“A reader. You attach it to any book, codex, or artifact that contains recorded knowledge. When activated, it transfers the contents directly, without opening the object or disturbing any seals bound to it.” His eyes sharpened with interest after my explanation. “Directly… to my mind?” I raised a brow at that. “No, mine,” I corrected subtly, “or to itself. It stores what it reads. The information can be retrieved later, intact. It doesn't depend on the creator’s mana, only activation.” Silence fell between us. Feline let out a low breath, something between disbelief and awe. He stared at the reader as though he were witnessing the finest creation of his time, and heat crept up my cheeks desp

A part of my mind was still with Felicia—she’d not answered when I’d called her back, but I’d gotten her doctor, who’s reassurances were introverted at best—but it was only a small part, knowing she was under care and watch. Dianna said, “What I’m amazed by is that he made contact. Sure, he’s been less than subtle with other moves, but this is another level of . . . I don’t know, abandon. He’s so cavalier in his actions, and yes, arrogant to almost a psychotic degree. ‘My Ocason thread’. ‘My clever donor’. He wanted you to know, Barry, that your knowledge of his genetic search was worthless in the face of his might. Can we doubt that he genuinely believes in his right to his conceits? Hell,

"That is why he can easily pick a memory from you and the champion." Emma felt a chill at the implication. "So, everyone is an open book to him?" The idea of such violation—having her most private thoughts and memories exposed—horrified her more than any physical threat. "That is the most perfect way of looking at it," the Succubus confirmed with an incongruously bright smile. "He is the author, the editor, and the publisher of all tales in Death Valley." Emma shook her head at the unfairness of it all. To be at such a disadvantage, to have no privacy while being denied the very information she needed—it galled her.

It was the perfect reading posture that she had created to savor in the information that she had been yearning to know. Omega Yna read through the catalog of the book and chapter 18 captured her attention. Without reading other chapters Omega Yna opened Chapter 18 of the book The tittle of the chapter was boldly spelled out: THE CHOSEN ONE. Omega Yna exhaled and inhaled as she tried to calm her rapidly racing heart. She was scared to read the content of the chapter, she was scared to know the information that will either build her or destroy her. One could say that Omega Yna had the fear of the unknown, but to her this was bound to happen.

"Those who cling to perceptions and views wander the world offending people." The old man raised his arm and pointed at a large book sitting on a stand directly below the raised baptismal pool. "Here, take a look." He shuffled over to the old-school type of hardbound book and flipped a few chunks of pages, then, one by one, until he found the right spot. "See, have a look." The old man began to read. "Those who cling to perceptions and views wander the world offending people." "What the hell was it supposed to mean?"Javier was incredulous.

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“The perfect clairvoyant.” She proudly smiles ending Alliah’s statement and dropping the reality and the truth that she knew as she is more than aware of the fact. Like it is the simplest one of all, the given truth from the very beginning in this book and world. And the utter useful thing that just needs to be manipulated by the right one. “I know him and more than you do, as I know every one of you and every bit of your characteristics and nature. Remember I am with the very beginning as I consider to be one, but is unknown.”

“Do you believe me when I say this is what we’ve been searching for?” He sighed. There was much conviction in his countenance, but he wasn’t fully convinced. “We can’t put all our trust in this. For all we know, the writer had a very vivid imagination.” “Yes, sure. He or she can also choose who their readers will be.” I pointed it out in a sarcastic tone. “You’re right, and we will have to examine the book and speak to the wise one.” He rose from the desk he’d been leaning on since I began reading the first book.

'I have to act tough because this girl might be a human demoness, a famous breed of slut that can manipulate powerful men, the kind which is ten levels higher than Christine. His eyes flashed. "Hey, Miss Agatha. Do you know what omniscience means?" Confusion crossed over her face. He resumed talking. "It's knowing everything. And believe me or not, I kinda have that ability." He paused a bit and looked at Agatha whose expression has an obvious 'This scum must be nuts' written on it. He grinned and looked down to see her shoes stepping back again. "We never truly spoke before. But I know one information that can make you believe that I'm omniscient. You have a secret that you don't want peopl