Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 510

Chapter 510: Fate XXIX
“You are worthy of the Unwritten Thrones.”

The sky rippled.

The Thrones descended, each radiating a unique presence.

Twelve seats.

Twelve different paths.

But something was wrong.

Aiden’s smirk faded.

They’re all full.

He scanned them.

Each throne, though empty, was tied to an existing rule, an existing concept.

Even if no one sat in them, they belonged to something.

And Aiden?

He didn’t fit into any of them.

The Elders were waiting for him to choose.

But Aiden grinned.

“I see how it is.”

He stepped forward.

The Elders watched in silence.

And then—

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

Aiden raised his fist—

And punched the sky.

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

A shockwave ripped through reality, shaking the very foundation of the Eternal City.

The Twelve Thrones trembled.

But Aiden wasn’t claiming one.

He was making his own.

“I didn’t climb all this way to follow someone else’s path.”

“If no throne belongs to me—”

“Then I’ll make a new one.”

The sky cracked open.

A new throne began to form.

Not one of creation.

Not one of destruction.

Not one of knowledge, time, or dominion.

Something new.

Something that had never existed before.

The Elders stared in shock.

“Impossible…!”

The first-ever Thirteenth Throne was born.

Aiden smirked as it took shape.

“Now that’s more like it.”

And without hesitation—

He sat down.

The Eternal City roared.

A power beyond words surged through him, rewriting existence itself to acknowledge what had just happened.

And then—

Everything went still.

The Elders bowed their heads.

“All hail the Lord of the Thirteenth Throne.”

Aiden leaned back in his new seat, golden energy crackling around him.

“Damn right.”

Aiden sat upon the newly formed Thirteenth Throne, golden energy crackling around him as reality itself struggled to comprehend what had just happened.

The Elders of the Eternal City remained kneeling, their cosmic forms flickering with uncertainty.

For the first time in countless eons, something had changed.

Something impossible had happened.

A throne that had never existed…

A seat that defied all previous order…

A force beyond creation, destruction, dominion, and time…

Aiden.

“It is done,” one of the Elders finally spoke, their voice layered with the weight of eternity.

“You have forced the Eternal City to acknowledge your existence.”

“You are now more than an outsider.”

“You are a ruler.”

Aiden leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Good. That means I make the rules now, right?”

The Elders hesitated.

Another spoke—this one, their form a swirling mass of galaxies and cosmic fire.

“Not entirely.”

“The Unwritten Thrones do not dictate reality. They influence it.”

“You may have claimed a seat, but you must now decide… what does your throne stand for?”

Aiden’s grin widened.

So that’s how it is?

This throne isn’t just a symbol—it’s a concept. A force.

Every other seat has its own domain. But mine…?

His golden aura surged, resonating with the newborn throne beneath him.

And slowly—he understood.

The First Throne represented Creation.

The Second Throne ruled over Destruction.

The Third governed Time, while the Fourth held Dominion.

Every throne held a piece of reality’s foundation.

But the Thirteenth?

It had no precedent.

It had no rules.

Aiden exhaled.

Then, he smirked.

“My throne stands for one thing.”

“Breaking limits.”

The moment he spoke those words, the Eternal City shook.

The Thirteenth Throne reacted, golden and black energy swirling around it, shaping itself into something entirely new.

A force that had never existed before—

A force that defied every known law of reality.

A Throne of Transcendence.

The Elders stared in stunned silence.

One of them, their form flickering between past and present, finally whispered—

“You are truly unlike any before you.”

Aiden leaned back, grinning.

“Yeah, you’ll get used to it.”

The skies above the Eternal City shifted, acknowledging the birth of a new law, a new power.

For the first time in history, the Unwritten Thrones had a ruler who refused to be bound.

And Aiden?

Aiden sat upon the Thirteenth Throne, golden energy flickering around him, his presence now etched into the very foundation of the Eternal City.

The sky above still trembled, as if reality itself was struggling to adjust to his existence.

The Elders of the Unwritten remained kneeling, their cosmic forms flickering, adapting to the new order.

And yet—there was uncertainty.

Because this had never happened before.

“The Thirteenth Throne… the Throne of Transcendence… has taken shape.”

“And with it, a new law is born.”

The first Elder, their voice layered with eternities of wisdom, rose to their feet.

Their gaze locked onto Aiden, but there was no longer opposition—only curiosity.

“You have claimed dominion over something that was never meant to exist.”

“You have broken what was thought to be unbreakable.”

“But now, you must decide…”

Aiden raised an eyebrow.

“Decide what?”

Another Elder stepped forward, their form constantly shifting between energy, flesh, and nothingness.

“What comes next?”

Silence.

Aiden leaned back, golden energy still crackling around his throne.

They expected me to fight, to prove myself, to take a throne…

But they never expected me to actually win.

And now, they don’t know what to do with me.

His golden eyes burned as he looked at the other twelve thrones.

Each one represented a fundamental aspect of existence.

Creation. Destruction. Time. Dominion. Balance. Fate.

Each one was anchored in its own rules.

But his?

The Thirteenth Throne exists beyond rules. Beyond fate. Beyond reality itself.

I don’t have to follow their order.

I can make my own.

Aiden smirked.

“You’re asking me what comes next?”

He stood up.

The Elders watched carefully.

“Simple.”

“I’m going to rewrite everything.”

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

The Eternal City shook.

The sky cracked.

For the first time in countless ages, the Thrones of the Unwritten recognized true change.

And Aiden?

He had just declared war on the very concept of limits.

The Eternal City trembled.

Aiden’s words had not just been spoken—they had rewritten something fundamental.

The Twelve Elders, beings who had watched over the Unwritten Thrones for eons, stood in stunned silence.

For the first time, a ruler had claimed a throne not by inheritance, not by tradition, but by sheer defiance.

Aiden stepped forward, golden energy crackling around him.