Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 294

Chapter 294: Violet Mist World

The World of Celestials was unlike any other—an intricate collection of nine worlds, each vertically arranged one atop the other. These worlds did not merely float in isolation; they were bound by an unspoken hierarchy, corresponding to the strength of the nine most powerful Celestials in existence. At the very bottom, Aiden found himself in the 9th World, ruled by the Celestial of Violet Mist.

The outside of this world appeared almost serene, blanketed in lavender clouds, but beneath that calm exterior was a realm governed by sheer ruthlessness. Strength was everything here, and weakness led only to death or obscurity. The Celestial of Violet Mist, as the ruler of this world, exerted absolute control, her power manifesting in the ever-present mist that suffused the skies. It was said that she had a peculiar attachment to lavender and thus shaped her domain accordingly.

But there was more to this hierarchy. The rules that bound these worlds were clear and unforgiving: if anyone were strong enough to defeat one of the nine ruling Celestials, they would claim that Celestial’s place and take control of their world. This brutal system ensured that only the most powerful and cunning could rise through the ranks, and those who faltered were swiftly replaced. The nine worlds were cutthroat in every sense.

Aiden, now fully aware of the strength he had amassed, looked up toward the skies that connected to the higher worlds. Each step upward meant facing greater challenges, but also immense rewards—stronger laws, more potent energies, and unparalleled influence. His Cosmic Origin Physique pulsed with power, and the Path of the Dominator only pushed him further.

“It seems I’ve been placed in the lowest of these worlds,” Aiden muttered, glancing at the lavender sky above him. “But that won’t last long.”

He understood the nature of this world quickly: to survive, one had to rise, and to rise, one had to dominate.

In this 9th World, ruled by the Violet Mist Celestial, Aiden would first establish his foothold. But he had his sights set higher—on the remaining eight worlds, each governed by a stronger Celestial, each one waiting for a challenger. And Aiden had no intention of stopping until he stood at the pinnacle of the celestial hierarchy.

“The Celestial of Violet Mist… her rule ends with me.” Aiden’s voice was calm, but beneath it was a promise of conquest. With the knowledge of the universe’s laws now fully ingrained within him, and the backing of his newly awakened path, it was only a matter of time before the 9th World would be his first step toward total domination.

Aiden stood at the edge of a vast, open plain, his gaze fixed on the distant silhouette of a kingdom nestled within the lavender haze of the 9th World. The kingdom, known as Evroria, was a sprawling city of towering stone walls, but beyond its grandeur, it reeked of decay. The lands surrounding the kingdom had become wild and untamed, riddled with bandit hideouts, slave traders, and illicit dealings. Yet, within those walls, the true rot lay in the heart of its ruler.

King Odric of Evroria was notorious for his hedonistic lifestyle, indulging in every vice and luxury at the expense of his people. The kingdom, once prosperous, had fallen into disarray under his reign, with corruption seeping through every level of its government. The streets that were once lively and bustling with trade now echoed with the cries of the downtrodden, as criminal syndicates flourished openly. The king’s indifference to the suffering of his subjects was well known, his focus solely on pleasure, wealth, and power.

But there was one person in Evroria who still cared—the king’s only daughter, Princess Lirael.

Lirael was a stark contrast to her father. She was driven, passionate, and deeply empathetic toward the suffering of her people. Her fiery spirit and desire for justice were well known, but despite her best efforts, she was powerless to make meaningful changes. The king kept her influence limited, viewing her compassion as weakness, while those who held true power in the kingdom ignored her pleas. The royal court was filled with sycophants and schemers, and Lirael’s voice, despite being the most righteous, often went unheard.

Aiden’s piercing gaze scanned the kingdom. He could sense the festering corruption, and through his mastery of laws, he felt the turbulent energies of pain, greed, and desperation swirling around it. Evroria was on the brink of collapse, yet its people had no one to turn to but a princess whose hands were tied by the very throne she stood beside.

“Pathetic,” Aiden muttered under his breath as he walked through the fields, approaching the kingdom’s outskirts. His aura was suppressed, his presence unnoticed by the few ragged farmers and travelers who still passed through the lands.

He had not come to Evroria by chance. This kingdom was the perfect place to begin sowing the seeds of his Path of Dominator. Its weakness was his opportunity, and the celestial hierarchy meant little here. Aiden could carve out his influence, growing his power in this land without attracting too much attention—yet.

But beyond that, he had a more immediate reason for being here: Princess Lirael.

Through the threads of fate and his mastery over the Law of Control, Aiden had felt a pull toward her—an intricacy of destiny that tied her to his path. She was strong in her will and righteous in her heart, traits that intrigued him. However, she was shackled by her circumstances, her potential stifled by her father’s incompetence and the corruption around her.

“She could be useful,” Aiden mused, his thoughts shifting. He had no need for allies in the conventional sense, but Lirael’s position and her untapped potential could provide leverage. He could guide her, empower her, and through her, exert his control over the kingdom. She would become another piece in his larger plan—a means to further solidify his dominance.

As he reached the first village just outside the kingdom’s walls, Aiden could already see the effects of King Odric’s neglect. The villagers were thin, weary, and broken. Children ran barefoot in the dirt streets, while men and women alike worked tirelessly, their eyes hollow from years of hardship.