Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 282

Chapter 282: Magic maid : Type Light

The bandit leader’s lifeless body slumped to the ground, and a quiet stillness settled for just a moment before the true chaos erupted. The Maid hovered above, her once pristine wings now reflecting a cold light, sharp and merciless. Her golden eyes glinted like molten suns, devoid of any hesitation, as she prepared to unleash judgment upon the bandits who had inflicted so much suffering.

With a graceful movement, she raised her hand, and in an instant, dozens of luminous spears materialized around her, floating in perfect symmetry. The spears, forged from pure light, shimmered with deadly intent, each one aimed directly at the heart of the bandits below. She flicked her wrist, and the spears rained down like a storm of retribution.

The bandits, caught unaware by the sudden attack, scrambled in terror. Some managed to raise their weapons, but it was futile. The spears pierced through their bodies with terrifying precision—no armor, no shield could withstand the force behind them. One by one, they fell, their screams of agony echoing through the village.

Blood splattered across the ground, staining the dirt roads and wooden huts. The Maid’s expression remained serene, her movements smooth as she descended closer to the carnage. Her wings beat gently, but the calmness of her presence was a stark contrast to the brutal massacre taking place. The few remaining bandits tried to flee, but her eyes tracked each of them with unerring accuracy.

With a snap of her fingers, arcs of lightning burst from her fingertips, chaining between the fleeing figures. The air crackled with energy, and the bandits convulsed as the electricity ripped through their bodies, their charred forms collapsing in a heap.

The captives, once chained like animals, watched in awe and disbelief. The Maid turned her gaze toward them, and for a brief moment, there was warmth in her eyes. But then her attention shifted back to the remnants of the bandit horde. Her wings flared once more, and with a single flap, she glided towards the last group of bandits huddling together in fear.

She landed silently in front of them. “No one who harms my master shall be spared,” she whispered, her voice like a death knell.

With a wave of her hand, the ground beneath the bandits cracked open, and dark tendrils shot up, wrapping around their bodies, dragging them into the earth itself. Their screams were cut short as the tendrils tightened, suffocating them in the cold embrace of the soil.

The village was silent again, save for the gentle flutter of the Maid’s wings as she returned to look at Aiden, who watched her with amazed expression. She knelt before him, her once glowing golden eyes dimming to a calm, subdued hue. “It is done, Master,” she said softly. “None remain.”

Aiden nodded though now fully awed by the powers of Supreme Authorities, just a single summon from level of an Supreme Authority is this powerful, she could only wonder how much more he will unlock.

‘Damn, if I had this kind of power from the start…’ Aiden muttered, his gaze locked on the aftermath of the massacre.

[Then you wouldn’t have ended up in this world at all,] Nexus interjected. [The Cube would’ve only allowed our travel to this world if you had comprehended all the Laws of the Universe.]

‘Well, I was just saying it would’ve been cool,’ Aiden replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he glanced back at the Maid who stood still, awaiting his next command.

Nexus’s blunt reminder brought Aiden back to reality. The overwhelming power he now wielded through the Maid was incredible, but it came at a cost—and the journey to get here had been anything but easy. He sighed, knowing full well that nothing ever came without a price.

Instead, Aiden looked at the Maid—his Magic Maid: Light. She was a powerful presence, despite being only a Level 1 Maid. He knew there were higher ranks like High Magic Maids and Grand Magic Maids, and the realization dawned on him. ‘It’s like I could summon a whole army.’

‘Wait!’ Aiden suddenly remembered the powerful trait, Paradoxical Perfection.

This was the extraordinary trait that his body had inherited, something the Cube had deemed perfect for him. It allowed him to make anything perfect with a mere touch. His mind raced with the possibilities.

‘I wonder…’ Aiden thought as he reached out to touch the Maid. His small hands, still those of a baby, landed awkwardly on her chest, unable to reach her face while she was holding him.

The Maid smiled, her expression soft. “Master, are you hungry?” she asked, her voice tender.

Aiden opened his mouth, intending to say something, but instead, his body betrayed him, and he found himself suckling.

‘Well, this body does need nourishment,’ he thought, trying to justify his actions as he drank the milk, while holding the soft milk jugs, ‘they sure are big’ he thought.

‘Fate Emperor….I thank you for this authority’ Aiden mentally said.

[Perv,] Nexus remarked, looking at Aiden with a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

As for the scene around them.

The scene was surreal. The once noisy bandit camp had been reduced to eerie silence, filled only with the faint rustling of the wind. Blood pooled around lifeless bodies, while the golden light of the summoned circle still lingered faintly in the air. Among the dead, the Maid sat calmly, cradling Aiden as she fed him, her wings stretched out majestically behind her like an angel’s.

The slaves—mostly women, chained and battered—slowly began emerging from their hiding spots. Their eyes darted around, filled with nervousness and fear, unsure if this was another cruel trick of their captors or something far more divine.

One of the women, her hands trembling as she clutched a broken piece of her chain, hesitated as she looked at the Maid. The image was unlike anything she’d ever seen. The Maid, with her black and gold uniform, wings, and golden-tipped hair, looked ethereal—almost holy. Her gentle gaze down on the baby in her arms only added to the aura of tranquility, contrasting the chaos and destruction surrounding her.

Another slave, seeing the Maid’s serene expression and the white feathers gently falling like snowflakes, whispered, “Is she… a goddess?”

The others began to murmur in agreement, their disbelief slowly turning into awe. Some knelt on the ground, eyes wide with wonder, hands clasped as if praying.

“She must be,” one of them said, voice shaking. “Only a goddess could have slain the bandits so easily and spared us.”

The Maid, hearing their whispers, glanced up briefly from Aiden. Her expression remained calm, almost indifferent to their reverence. She did not correct them, nor did she seem concerned by their misunderstanding. Her only focus was on the small figure she held in her arms.

Aiden, still feeding, felt the atmosphere shift as more of the enslaved women dropped to their knees in worship. ‘They’re mistaking her for a goddess,’ he thought, a smirk forming in his mind as the absurdity of the situation hit him. Yet, he didn’t correct them either.

Nexus’s voice broke through his thoughts, [Well, that escalated quickly. You’ve got yourself a holy servant now, it seems.]

Aiden chuckled inwardly. ‘I didn’t even do anything.’

[Doesn’t matter. In their eyes, you’ve summoned a divine being to save them. You might as well play along.]

The slaves, now convinced of the Maid’s divinity, remained kneeling, their heads bowed in respect and devotion. They had found hope in the unlikeliest of places—a battlefield strewn with the dead, and at the center, their “goddess” feeding a beautiful baby.

Aiden’s eyes scanned the kneeling women, his mind already racing with possibilities. This secluded village, nestled in the mountains and surrounded by dense forests, was the perfect fortress. It was no wonder the bandits had chosen it as their hideout. Isolated and naturally defensible, it provided a strategic base—one that Aiden could now use for his own purposes.

‘These women… they’ve suffered under the bandits. They’ll be loyal to anyone who gives them freedom and safety,’ he mused, watching them bow in reverence to the Maid. ‘I can mold them into my followers.’

The thought stirred something within him. After all, strength in numbers would be essential if he were to navigate the complexities of this world. With the right training and leadership, even these broken people could become valuable assets. He could establish his foothold here, turn this village into a stronghold where he could amass power and gather resources.

He glanced up at the towering mountains and dense forest that encircled the area. The natural protection was already there; all he needed to do was organize, train, and equip these people.

‘Perfect place to build an army… away from prying eyes,’ he thought, smirking.

The Maid, still cradling Aiden in her arms, glanced at the kneeling women and back at him, awaiting further instruction.

Aiden’s eyes narrowed slightly, his mind piecing together a plan. ‘These women will need direction. They’re scared, but fear can be turned into resolve. If I can position myself as their savior—well, through the Maid for now—they’ll follow me willingly.’

Nexus’s voice chimed in, [Thinking about turning them into your personal army already? Ambitious, but smart. You’ll need loyal followers to protect your interests in this world.]

Aiden smirked inwardly. ‘This is just the start.’