Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 527

Chapter 527: Nihlus VII
Four figures stepped forward, each one radiating a presence that felt impossibly absolute.

They were not divine.

They were not demonic.

They were beyond classification.

Each of them bore no distinct features.

No eyes. No faces. No defining marks.

And yet, Aiden felt as if they were gazing directly into his soul.

Their forms shimmered, shifting between possibilities—as if reality had not yet decided what they were supposed to be.

Finally, one of them spoke.

“Unauthorized anomaly detected.”

“Reality deviation at critical threshold.”

The voice was not a voice.

It was a statement of fact.

It did not echo.

It did not waver.

It simply was.

Aiden tightened his grip on his sword.

“And what does that mean?”

One of the Executors turned slightly, as if acknowledging his words.

“Correction is required.”

Nihlus’s breath hitched.

“They don’t see us as threats.”

Aiden glanced at him.

“Then what do they see us as?”

Nihlus’s voice was grim.

“Glitches.”

And then—

The Executors moved.

The Battle Against the Unseen Will

They did not charge.

They did not raise weapons.

Instead—

They adjusted reality.

—𝘞𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—

Aiden felt it before he saw it.

The air around him ceased to exist.

His body faltered, as if the very concept of movement had been rewritten out of existence.

He tried to breathe—but breathing was not a function that existed in this moment.

Nihlus reacted instantly, void energy coiling violently around him as he forced existence to accept them again.

“They’re rewriting cause and effect!”

Aiden gritted his teeth.

If reality itself was their enemy—

Then he would force it to acknowledge him.

His golden aura flared, and for the first time, he invoked something he had never needed before.

The Authority of the Lone Traveler—Pathfinder

—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

His body became unbound.

Not by strength.

Not by resistance.

But by defying the very concept of inevitability.

The Executors stopped.

For the first time, they hesitated.

Aiden felt it.

A shift.

A recognition.

“Designation: Unique Traveler… Confirmed.”

“Correction: Priority Adjustment Required.”

The sky shuddered.

Nihlus moved to Aiden’s side, his voice sharp.

“They just changed tactics. What did you do?!”

Aiden exhaled, his golden aura flaring violently.

“I let them realize that I’m something they cannot predict.”

Ordis, still standing behind them, smiled.

“Now… it begins.”

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—

The Executors moved.

And this time—

The battle would determine the fate of reality itself.

The air itself fractured as the Executors moved, their very presence rewriting the battlefield with each step.

Aiden barely had time to react.

One moment, he was standing firm—

The next, the ground beneath him ceased to exist.

—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—

His golden aura flared instinctively, forcing reality to acknowledge his presence. His feet found purchase on something that shouldn’t be there—a pathway of energy, a bridge of defiance against the Executors’ will.

“They’re manipulating existence itself,” Nihlus growled, his void energy lashing out like chaotic tendrils. “They’re not attacking us—they’re erasing us!”

And he was right.

The Executors didn’t fight.

They didn’t need to.

They merely adjusted reality, ensuring that Aiden, Nihlus, and Ordis never existed in this moment to begin with.

But they failed.

Because Aiden refused to disappear.

—𝘞𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—

Aiden lunged forward, his sword igniting in golden flames. He swung with all his might—

Only for his blade to pass through nothingness.

No impact. No resistance.

The Executor standing before him simply wasn’t there anymore.

Not because it had dodged—

But because the very possibility of being struck had been erased.

Aiden’s eyes widened.

“They’re shifting probabilities,” Ordis murmured, watching intently.

“They don’t block, they don’t counter. They remove the chance of being hit before the attack even happens.”

Aiden gritted his teeth.

“Then I just have to hit them in a way that they can’t erase.”

Nihlus gave a sharp laugh.

“You say that like it’s easy.”

And then, the Executors retaliated.

The Rewrite of Fate

—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—

The world around them collapsed.

Not in destruction—but in revision.

Aiden felt his very presence unraveling.

One moment, he was standing. The next, he was somewhere else entirely—

No, he had never stood there to begin with.

His past was being rewritten, his very actions altered before they had even happened.

His sword—

It was never raised.

His charge—

It had never begun.

And suddenly, he was standing still, as if he had never even attempted to move.

It was an absolute correction.

An irrefutable law.

—𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘔—!

Nihlus crashed beside him, his void energy sputtering violently.

Even he was struggling.

“They’re controlling causality itself!” Nihlus spat.

Ordis, however, remained calm.

His silver eyes watched. Calculated.

And then, he spoke.

“You are correct.

“The Executors do not fight. They edit.”

His gaze settled on Aiden.

“But what happens when they encounter something… that refuses to be edited?”

Aiden stilled.

For a moment, Ordis’s words meant nothing.

But then—

It hit him.

“You said reality rewrites itself, over and over again.”

“That the Architects reset everything.”

Ordis nodded.

“Yes.”

Aiden’s golden aura flared.

“Then what happens to something that exists outside of those resets?”

Ordis smirked.

“Now you understand.”

And in that moment—

Aiden finally understood what he had to do.

The Authority of the Lone Traveler—Defying Fate

—𝘍𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

His entire being ignited.

Not just in power—but in rejection.

Golden flames erupted from him, twisting into something more.

Something that did not belong to any reality.

Something that could not be erased.

“I am Aiden.”

“I am the anomaly you cannot remove.”

“And I will not allow you to decide my fate.”

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

One of the Executors staggered.

Aiden saw it.

A fraction of a hesitation.

For the first time—he had forced them to acknowledge something beyond their control.

And then—

He moved.

—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

Faster than thought.

Faster than revision.

Faster than reality itself.

His sword struck.

And this time—

The Executor could not erase it.

—𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘙—!

The first Executor fell.

And in that instant—

Everything changed.

The Architects’ Response—The True Enemy Awakens

—𝘙𝘜𝘔𝘉𝘓𝘌—

The sky shuddered.

The Executors froze.

And then—

A single, terrifying voice echoed across the fabric of reality.

“We see you now.”

The wind died.

Time halted.

Nihlus’s eyes widened.

Even Ordis… tensed.

Because that voice—

It was not an Executor.

It was them.

“The Architects are awake.”

And in that moment—

The war for reality itself had truly begun.