Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 284

Chapter 284: Angel’s Sanctuary

Aiden didn’t know how much time had passed, but when he finally opened his eyes, he found himself in a beautifully crafted home. It wasn’t luxurious in the traditional sense—no excessive gold or marble—but rather, it was warm and inviting, with every detail reflecting care and attention. The wooden walls were polished smooth, with intricate carvings etched into the beams. Patterns of flowing vines and mystical symbols wove along the ceiling, catching the light in a way that captivated the eyes, drawing them to the artful craftsmanship.

The place was cozy, filled with the scent of fresh wood and a faint, floral fragrance lingering in the air. Aiden slowly sat up, taking in his surroundings. The furniture was simple but elegant, with soft cushions that provided comfort without extravagance. Sunlight filtered through large, arched windows, casting gentle rays across the room and highlighting the natural beauty of the materials used in the home’s construction.

Everything in the house exuded a sense of peace and tranquility, like a sanctuary created just for him.

Aiden’s eyes wandered over to a small, intricately carved wooden table near the window, upon which sat a vase filled with wildflowers. Their vibrant colors added life to the room, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of calm wash over him. This place was unlike anything he had experienced in a long time—serene, safe, and perfectly crafted.

He stood up, his body feeling rejuvenated after his deep sleep. Walking across the room, his fingers brushed against the carvings on the walls, admiring the skill and dedication that went into making the home. There was a subtle warmth to everything, as though the space itself was alive with energy.

As he moved toward the door, he noticed that even the floor beneath him was decorated with beautifully designed engravings. Whoever had built this home had done so with great care, making sure it reflected more than just function—it was a work of art.

Opening the door, Aiden stepped outside, where he was met with a soft breeze and the sight of the transformed village. The crude bandit camp was gone, replaced by a small but vibrant town nestled in the mountains. The houses were now sturdy, with architectural designs that complemented the natural beauty of the surrounding forest and stone cliffs. In the center of it all stood the mansion—a grand structure that was clearly his own residence, standing tall like a symbol of his newfound strength and authority.

Roselia was there, waiting at the foot of the stairs leading from the house. She smiled warmly at him, her pristine wings lightly folded behind her back. “Master, you’ve awakened,” she said, her voice gentle but filled with affection.

Aiden nodded, still taking in the scene. “How long was I asleep?” he asked.

“Long enough for us to transform this place,” she replied. “The women worked tirelessly, with a few of them possessing talents that allowed us to create this village. It’s now a home fit for you.”

Aiden couldn’t help but smile, a rare warmth filling his chest. “You’ve done well, Roselia,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “This is perfect.”

He can see the village and still working women tirelessly, all of them are even now wearing white and gold trimmed beautiful clothing’s. During his sleep a lot of things have changed entirely, the old bandit den is no longer its now an haven for everyone.

‘My soul has also adopted perfectly with this body, and its feel powerful’ he thought to himself.

After his sleep, Aiden felt a shift in his body—his soul and physical form were now fully synchronized. No longer an infant, he had matured into the body of a twelve-year-old. A wave of relief washed over him as he stretched, feeling stronger, more capable. The helplessness of his baby form was gone.

“Thank you, Roselia, for taking care of me when I was little,” he said, his voice sounding more stable but still carrying a hint of youth.

Roselia, smiling warmly, approached him and wrapped her arms around him in a tender hug. His face naturally ended up against her chest due to his smaller height, and though he was now older, she was still much taller—an adult woman compared to his young form.

“Master, I can still take care of you,” she whispered, blowing a warm breath into his hair, her tone teasing yet filled with affection.

Aiden’s face flushed slightly, but he couldn’t help the thought that crossed his mind. Yep, that Fate Emperor was definitely a pervert, he mused, knowing that the Fate Emperor’s Summoning ability to summon someone like Roselia might have had certain… preferences baked in. It wasn’t his fault that the maid had such a provocative nature, or so he justified to himself.

[…Seriously?] Nexus’ voice chimed in, sounding utterly speechless at Aiden’s thoughts. How easily Aiden shifted all the blame onto the Fate Emperor.

Aiden mentally shrugged, unconcerned. Well, it’s not like I chose this specifically. Fate just had a hand in it.

With Roselia still holding him gently, Aiden tried to focus, pushing the distracting thoughts aside. He had to adapt to his new form and think about what came next. The village was in good hands, and he could sense the strength flowing more naturally through him now that his body was catching up with his soul.

Aiden wrapped his arms around Roselia, pulling her close in a tender embrace. For a moment, Roselia’s heart raced, her face turning crimson as her thoughts began to drift. She imagined something entirely different, her mind wandering to intimate scenarios that could unfold between them in the next few hours.

But before her thoughts could spiral further, Aiden’s calm voice interrupted, softly whispering, “Brace yourself; this might be painful.”

Confused, Roselia blinked, but before she could ask what he meant, Aiden uttered two words that echoed in her mind: “Paradoxical Perfection.”

At first, she felt nothing, only the warmth of his hug. But then, suddenly, a jolt surged through her body. Her breath hitched, and strength began to drain from her. Roselia gasped, her legs weakening as her body trembled. She instinctively leaned into Aiden, feeling something strange and intense happen inside her. Her insides felt like they were breaking apart and reconstructing themselves all at once—a paradoxical, painful, and yet somehow cleansing sensation.