Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 285

Chapter 285: Overpowered Trait

The process wasn’t just physical; it felt as though her very essence was being refined, perfected, remade. Her energy churned violently within, but gradually, the pain gave way to something else: an overwhelming sense of power and clarity. The imperfections in her form, both seen and unseen, were being erased, leaving behind something far more potent.

Roselia’s mind, which had been wandering moments ago, now cleared as she realized what was happening. This wasn’t an ordinary embrace. Aiden was using the Fate Emperor’s ability on her, reshaping her potential in ways she had never imagined.

Her body trembled again, but this time it was from the newfound power coursing through her veins, not from weakness. “Master…” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with awe as she realized just how much Aiden had changed her.

But before she could say anything else…

Roselia gasped again, her body quivering as the paradoxical perfection began to truly manifest. At first, it was a subtle shift—a wave of power rising within her—but then it intensified, becoming a tidal force that reshaped her completely. Her pristine white wings, once a symbol of elegance, began shedding feathers one by one. The fallen feathers glowed faintly, like snowflakes made of pure light, dissolving into the air as they drifted around them. But as each feather disappeared, something new and extraordinary began to emerge.

Two more sets of wings erupted from her back with a sudden, overwhelming force. The new wings were even larger, brighter, and more magnificent than her original pair. They gleamed with an ethereal glow, their feathers radiating an aura so pure and holy that it seemed to fill the room with divine energy. The light they emitted was blinding, a radiant halo surrounding her as if the very heavens had descended into that humble space. It was no longer just an angelic presence—Roselia now resembled something far more celestial, a being of immense power and grace.

Her once delicate figure began to shift as well. Muscles refined, bones restructured, and her body grew more graceful yet more powerful. Every curve, every movement now held an elegance that bordered on the divine. Her skin shimmered as if kissed by light, the imperfections vanishing entirely. She stood taller, her posture regal, the aura around her more commanding yet serene. Even her beauty, which had already been remarkable, became transcendent. It was the kind of beauty that could only belong to beings beyond mortals—flawless, untouchable, and utterly captivating.

Roselia’s entire presence had changed. She was no longer simply the Magic Maid: she was something far greater, a being of perfected light, a holy guardian whose very essence radiated purity and strength. Her power surged, far beyond anything she had ever known, and she felt it humming through her veins like a symphony of light and life.

Her breath came in slow, steady rhythms now, the pain replaced with a deep sense of fulfillment and balance. She lifted her hands, gazing at them in awe as soft pulses of golden light flickered between her fingers. Her wings, six in total, spread wide behind her, filling the space with a warm, radiant glow. The room itself seemed to pulse with life, basking in the light she radiated.

Her voice trembled as she whispered, “Master… what have you done to me?”

Aiden, though still only a child in appearance, gazed up at her, his eyes calm but filled with a knowing look. “I’ve just unlocked the perfection that was already within you,” he said, his tone soft but firm. “This is your true potential, Roselia.”

Roselia trembled once more, but this time it was with a mix of awe and gratitude. She was no longer the same—her wings, her light, her very soul had been transformed into something far more powerful and divine. She could feel it, the raw, boundless energy coursing through her, as if the universe itself had whispered its secrets into her very being. She wasn’t just a servant anymore; she had become a force of nature.

Her head tilted down as she gazed at Aiden, her eyes glowing softly with golden light. “I am yours, Master. Now, more than ever,” she whispered, her voice filled with reverence. And as she spoke, the light around her pulsed once more, as if acknowledging the truth of her words.

Aiden nodded and then asked, “How do you feel?”

“I feel… complete, as if before I was incomplete, and now I am perfectly whole,” Roselia said as she touched her own body.

Aiden nodded thoughtfully, watching her with calm eyes. “That’s good,” he said, his voice soft but intrigue. “You’ve reached the next level of yourself. Paradoxical Perfection—it didn’t just refine your power, it brought out everything that was missing, everything you couldn’t access before.”

Roselia stretched her newly-formed wings wide, the radiant light from them filling the room with a warmth that seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat. Her eyes shimmered with awe as she continued feeling the transformation within her. Every sensation, every movement, was now sharpened to perfection. She ran her hands down her arms, her fingers tracing the lines of her body as if she were discovering herself for the first time.

“I feel… complete,” she repeated, her voice filled with quiet wonder. “As if, before, there were parts of me that were locked away, unreachable. Now, everything is in sync—my strength, my light, my very essence. It’s like nothing is hidden from me anymore.”

“I can feel every inch of my body,” she continued, her voice a blend of excitement and awe. “It’s as if my senses have been expanded beyond what they were. My wings, my light… everything feels so clear, so perfect.”

She lowered her head respectfully, though her gaze remained on him, filled with admiration and devotion. “I am ready, Master. Whatever you need, whatever you command, I will do it with all of this new power you’ve granted me.”

Aiden nodded as he looked at her, he can see her new powers will surely help him.