Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 509

Chapter 509: Fate XXVIII
A single breeze.

Aiden’s eyes flickered.

The first sign of movement.

Not caused by his energy. Not controlled.

Something that simply… existed.

The Elders stirred.

This was different.

This wasn’t just raw power shaping reality.

This was balance.

Aiden smirked.

So, that’s how it works.

You don’t just force life into the world…

You give it the chance to exist on its own.

He lifted his hand again—

And this time, he didn’t create a mountain, or sky, or storms.

He created potential.

And from that potential—

—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

A tree sprouted.

Then another.

And another.

A forest of shimmering, ethereal leaves spread across the land, growing not from his will, but from the world itself.

The Elders were silent.

For the first time in untold eons, something had been born that they did not control.

Then—

Aiden saw it.

A spark among the trees.

Not just wind.

Not just movement.

Something more.

Something alive.

Aiden’s smirk widened.

“Looks like I passed your second test.”

The lead Elder, their cosmic form shifting between stars and shadow, finally spoke.

“Perhaps you have.”

“But there is still one trial left.”

The sky rippled.

The air grew heavy.

And suddenly—

The golden land he had created… changed.

Cracks formed.

The balance shifted.

A force rose from the depths—something unnatural, something foreign.

The Elders watched but did not interfere.

“If you would rule over creation…”

“Then prove you can protect it.”

Aiden rolled his shoulders, golden energy igniting around him.

“Heh.”

“Finally, a fight.”

And with that—

The final trial began.

The ground beneath Aiden cracked, golden stone splitting apart as a force rose from the depths.

The sky darkened, twisting unnaturally, as if rejecting the very world Aiden had created.

Something was wrong.

Aiden’s golden eyes narrowed.

This isn’t natural.

Something’s trying to overwrite my creation.

The Elders of the Eternal City remained still, their cosmic forms watching.

They would not interfere.

This was his battle alone.

The Corruption of the Voidborn

From the cracks in the golden land, a new presence emerged.

—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

A black mist slithered outward, devouring the light around it.

And then—it took shape.

A towering figure, shifting between shadow and substance, rose from the depths.

Its form was incomplete, constantly breaking and reforming, as if existence itself refused to accept it.

But its eyes, burning with a sickly violet light, locked onto Aiden.

“This world is flawed.”

“You are unworthy.”

“Begone.”

Aiden snorted.

“Tch. You again?”

The creature paused.

Aiden tilted his head, smirking.

“I’ve met your kind before. The ones who think they know how reality should work.”

“And guess what?”

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

Aiden punched forward, his golden energy igniting like a sun.

The attack tore through the voidborn’s chest, light erupting from within its body.

For a moment, it froze—

Then—𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘈𝘈𝘈𝘒!

The creature split apart, dissolving into the same unnatural black mist.

The sky began to clear.

The cracks in the golden land stilled.

The threat was gone.

Aiden exhaled.

“That all?”

Then—

The black mist reformed.

But this time, it did not return as a single being.

It became many.

A sea of voidborn creatures clawed their way from the depths, their numbers endless.

Aiden clicked his tongue.

“Ah. So that’s how it is.”

One of the Elders finally spoke.

“This is your true trial, outsider.”

“Any fool can create.”

“But only those worthy of the Thrones of the Unwritten…”

“Can hold dominion over what they have shaped.”

Aiden rolled his shoulders.

His golden energy flared, brighter than ever.

“Alright, then.”

“Let’s make this quick.”

And with that—

Aiden charged into the horde.

Aiden rushed forward, golden energy flaring as he collided with the voidborn horde.

The creatures were endless.

Their forms were unstable, twisting, breaking, reforming.

Their presence was wrong—an infection in his creation.

And yet—Aiden grinned.

You think I’ll let you take my world?

Not happening.

The first voidborn lunged.

Aiden punched forward.

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

The creature shattered, its black mist evaporating.

Another attacked from behind.

Aiden twisted, dodging the clawed hand, and countered with a spinning kick.

The air exploded from the sheer force, tearing the voidborn apart.

But more kept coming.

Dozens.

Hundreds.

Thousands.

They poured from the cracks in his world, trying to consume everything.

The Elders watched in silence.

This was no longer a test of strength.

This was a test of will.

“You are strong,” one voidborn whispered, its many voices layered together.

“But you are alone.”

“You cannot hold dominion over what you cannot control.”

Aiden grinned.

“You’re wrong about one thing.”

He raised his hand.

Golden light erupted from his palm, not as an attack—

But as a command.

The very world he had created responded.

The mountains trembled.

The sky roared.

The trees he had planted began to glow.

And then—

—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

His creation fought back.

The very land rejected the voidborn.

Golden winds tore through the horde, scattering their mist.

The sky unleashed a surge of power, burning them away.

The creatures screamed, twisting and writhing—

And then, one by one—they vanished.

The cracks in his world sealed.

The balance restored.

Aiden stood in silence.

Then, he turned toward the Elders.

“That good enough for you?”

The Elders were quiet.

Then—

They knelt.

One by one.

Their voices echoed across the Eternal City.

“You have passed the Trial of Dominion.”

“You are no longer an outsider.”

“You are now… one of us.”

Above them, the Twelve Thrones of the Unwritten pulsed once more.

Aiden grinned.

“Good.”

“Now tell me—”

“Which throne is mine?”

Silence fell over the Eternal City.

The Twelve Elders knelt before Aiden, their cosmic forms flickering with acknowledgment.

Above them, the Twelve Thrones of the Unwritten pulsed with power, waiting for him to take his place.

Aiden looked up at them, golden eyes burning.

I’ve fought gods, climbed the Divine Ladder, shattered limits…

And now, I stand here. The first to do so in who knows how long.

One of the Elders finally spoke, their voice layered with ages of wisdom and power.

“You have passed all three trials.”

“You have shaped existence, given it life, and defended it as your own.”

Another Elder, their form shifting like flowing constellations, added—

“You are worthy of the Unwritten Thrones.”