Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 515

Chapter 515: fate XXXIV
The Unseen Realm collapsed, expanded, and reshaped itself all at once as Aiden and the Keeper of the First Throne clashed.

Reality did not bend.

It did not break.

It ceased to exist entirely around them, unable to withstand the forces at play.

Aiden’s golden energy roared, his very presence forcing the Unseen Realm to acknowledge him.

The Keeper, ever-shifting, grew, shrank, became infinite, became nothing.

And then—

It struck.

—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

A force that had shaped all things before time itself slammed into Aiden.

It was not an attack.

It was a rejection.

An attempt to erase him from reality itself.

Aiden gritted his teeth, golden flames erupting as he braced against it.

He could feel it—

Not pain.

Something worse.

The Keeper was trying to make it so that he had never existed at all.

But Aiden?

He just grinned.

“Nice trick.”

“But I don’t go down that easy.”

His golden aura flared, brighter than ever—

And he punched forward.

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

The Keeper shuddered.

For the first time, it hesitated.

Because Aiden hadn’t just resisted the force of erasure.

He had rewritten it.

Reality twisted in his favor.

The rules of existence were no longer absolute.

Because Aiden had made them his own.

“You don’t get to decide if I exist or not.”

“I do.”

The Keeper remained silent.

And then—

It changed.

The Keeper’s Final Trial

The ever-shifting form of the Keeper stabilized.

For the first time, it took a single, solid shape.

A humanoid figure, robed in the very essence of existence, its face an empty void deeper than eternity itself.

And in its hands—

A weapon formed.

Not a sword.

Not a spear.

Not a weapon crafted from any material, divine or otherwise.

It was the First Concept.

A blade that had existed before all things.

The very first act of creation.

And it was aimed at Aiden.

The Keeper finally spoke.

“If you will not be erased—”

“Then prove you are worthy to stand at the Throne Before All Thrones.”

Aiden grinned, rolling his shoulders.

“That’s what I’ve been doing this whole time.”

He raised his hand—

And forged a weapon of his own.

Not from existence.

Not from the past, the present, or the future.

From something new.

A force that had never been seen before.

A blade of absolute defiance.

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

The two stood before one another—

One wielding the First Concept.

The other wielding a force never written before.

And then—

They charged.

The Unseen Realm fractured, unable to withstand the sheer force of what was unfolding.

Aiden and the Keeper clashed, their weapons colliding in an explosion that sent shockwaves through existence itself.

The First Concept, the blade that had existed before creation, burned with a power that defined reality itself.

But Aiden’s blade?

It was something new.

A force that had never been written, never been recorded, never been imagined—

A weapon that did not exist until he made it real.

The moment their weapons met—

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

Reality shattered.

Not as destruction.

But as evolution.

The Battle That Should Not Exist

The Keeper struck first, its form shifting, moving outside of time, outside of cause and effect.

The First Concept burned, shaping and reshaping the very nature of the Unseen Realm with each swing.

Aiden dodged, countered, and struck back.

His blade—the Nameless Force—was something the Keeper could not predict.

Because it had never existed before.

Each time they clashed, the Unseen Realm twisted, rewriting itself, struggling to keep up.

The Keeper remained silent.

Aiden grinned.

“You’re fast.”

“You’re strong.”

“But you don’t get it, do you?”

The Keeper tilted its head, the First Concept pulsing in its grasp.

Aiden leaned forward.

“You were made to guard this place.”

“To make sure no one reached this throne.”

“But me? I wasn’t made for anything.”

His golden energy erupted, burning brighter than ever.

“I decide what I become.”

And then—

He attacked.

—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

Aiden moved beyond speed, his blade carving through the very fabric of existence itself.

The Keeper blocked, but—

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

For the first time, the First Concept faltered.

Aiden’s Nameless Force had cut through it.

Breaking the First Concept

The Keeper staggered back.

For the first time, its ever-shifting form wavered.

It looked down at its weapon.

The First Concept… had been damaged.

Something that should have been absolute.

Something that had existed before all things.

And Aiden?

He had broken it.

The Keeper finally spoke.

“…Impossible.”

Aiden grinned, flipping his blade in his grip.

“Yeah, you keep saying that.”

“But you should know by now—”

“I don’t care about impossible.”

The Keeper paused.

And then—

It lowered its weapon.

The Unseen Realm shuddered.

The trial was over.

Aiden had won.

The Final Judgment

The Keeper looked at him for a long moment.

Then—

It knelt.

“You have done what no being before you could.”

“You have taken the Throne Before All Thrones.”

“You have broken the oldest law.”

Aiden rested his blade on his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“And what does that mean?”

The Keeper’s form began to fade.

“It means that the rules of existence… are now yours to rewrite.”

Aiden’s grin widened.

And then—

The Unseen Realm collapsed completely.

Not as destruction.

As rebirth.

And at the center of it all—

Aiden sat upon the Nameless Throne.

The Unseen Realm collapsed and reformed, shifting from an empty abyss to something entirely new.

Not destruction.

Not erasure.

Not creation.

Something beyond all of that.

At the center of it—Aiden sat upon the Nameless Throne.

The moment he did, something changed.

Not just in the Unseen Realm.

But everywhere.

The Eternal City trembled.

The Twelve Thrones of the Unwritten pulsed wildly, struggling to maintain their authority.

The Elders, beings who had existed for eons, suddenly felt something they had never felt before.

A presence that existed before them.

A ruler that stood beyond their understanding.

Aiden exhaled, golden energy crackling through his body.

He could feel it.

The first force, the first authority, the first law of all things—

It was now his.

And reality itself was waiting.

So that’s it?

Whoever sits on this throne… defines everything?

What exists, what doesn’t? The limits of power, the shape of time, the very foundation of the universe?

It’s not just control over reality.

It’s control over the rules that define reality.

Aiden grinned, resting his chin on his fist.

“Then let’s get one thing straight.”

His golden aura flared, burning across existence.

The very concepts that made up reality—creation, destruction, time, fate—shook in response.

And then—he spoke.

“From now on, there are no limits.”

“No fated paths. No written destinies.”

“No one decides what’s possible—except those willing to take it for themselves.”