Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 531

Chapter 531: Nihlus XI
And it was amused by him.

“You seek to destroy the Architects,” the entity rumbled, its voice pressing into Aiden’s mind like a weight. “A bold claim, little flame.”

Aiden stood firm, his sword still glowing with radiant energy.

“It’s not just a claim.” His voice was steady. “I will end them.”

The Abyssal entity chuckled.

“Then tell me, mortal…” Its form shifted, becoming massive—a towering, nightmarish silhouette of cloaked shadow and countless piercing eyes. “Do you even know what they are?”

Aiden’s grip on his sword tightened.

“They’re tyrants.” His blue eyes burned with resolve. “They decide who lives, who dies, and who gets erased. They think they’re gods.”

A pause.

And then—

The Abyss laughed.

It was not the laughter of amusement.

It was cold. Hollow. Infinite.

“You truly do not know.”

—𝘙𝘜𝘔𝘉𝘓𝘌—

The space around them shattered for an instant, revealing glimpses of things Aiden could not comprehend. He saw entire worlds being rewritten. He saw beings vanishing from existence, their very memories erased. He saw something behind the Architects—

Something worse.

—𝘚𝘕𝘈𝘗—!

Reality reformed as the vision ended. Aiden stumbled slightly, his breath coming out sharp.

The Abyssal being observed him.

“You wish to slay them,” it mused. “But you do not even know what they are.

You have not seen the truth behind their power.”

Aiden gritted his teeth.

“Then show me.”

Silence.

And then—

The Abyss grinned.

It was not an expression. It was a feeling—a twisted amusement that curled through the void like a serpent.

“Very well, little flame.”

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

A tide of abyssal energy exploded outward, slamming into Aiden’s chest. He gasped as black fire coiled around him, searing into his very soul.

“I will grant you a taste of the Abyss.”

Aiden’s vision darkened.

Pain tore through him—

But beneath the agony, beneath the suffocating force of the Abyss—

There was power.

And then—

A single word carved itself into his mind.

[You have received the Mark of the Abyss.]

Aiden’s eyes snapped open—

And for the first time, he could see beyond the Rift.

Aiden’s breath hitched.

Darkness wrapped around him—not like a suffocating force, but like a new limb, an extension of himself. For a moment, the battlefield, the throne, the Abyssal entity—all of it blurred away, as if it had never been real to begin with.

Instead, he stood in a place that should not exist.

—𝘕𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘔 𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘋—

The air was thick with whispers. They were not voices, nor were they words. They were concepts, flowing into his mind like an unstoppable flood.

The Abyss is not destruction.

The Abyss is not evil.

The Abyss is not a void.

The Abyss is possibility.

The Abyss is rejection.

The Abyss is what cannot be erased.

Aiden’s eyes widened.

It was as if something deep within the fabric of reality had been peeled away, revealing a truth that was never meant to be seen.

And then—

The being before him changed.

It was no longer a mass of shadows and shifting eyes. It was a man.

Or something that looked like one.

Tall. Clad in an impossibly dark robe embroidered with silver threads that shimmered like dying stars. His face was obscured, shifting between countless forms, yet each one felt like the same presence. In his hand, he held a book, bound in leather that seemed older than time itself.

“Now you see, don’t you?” the being murmured. “They do not destroy because they hate. They destroy because they must.”

Aiden stared at him. “Who are you?”

The figure gave a slight smile.

“I have had many names. But you… you may call me Veyros, the First Forsaken.”

The name reverberated in the air. It was not just a name—it was a weight, an identity torn from existence yet refusing to be forgotten.

Aiden felt his pulse quicken. “You were erased by the Architects.”

Veyros’ gaze flickered with something unreadable.

“Yes.” He lifted the book in his hand. “And yet, I remain.”

Aiden clenched his fists. “You said they don’t destroy because they hate. Then why?”

Veyros stepped closer. “Because they are maintaining something greater.”

And then—

With a single gesture, he opened the book.

The world around them tore apart.

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

Aiden was no longer himself.

He was everywhere.

He saw worlds beyond counting. Entire realms of existence, all woven together into something vast, incomprehensible.

And then he saw the cracks.

They ran deep, like fractures in a perfect glass sphere.

And at the heart of those cracks—

Was him.

No.

Not him.

People like him.

Beings who were never meant to exist.

“They erase because existence is breaking,” Veyros murmured. “They do not act as gods. They act as repairmen.”

Aiden’s stomach twisted.

He had always thought of the Architects as tyrants, as monsters who wiped out anything they feared.

But what if they weren’t just killing?

What if they were preventing something worse?

He exhaled sharply, stepping back. “So what? You want me to stop fighting them? Just let them erase everything?”

Veyros chuckled softly. “No, little flame. I do not wish for you to stop.”

His eyes gleamed.

“I want you to burn everything down.”

Silence.

Aiden’s heart pounded. “What?”

Veyros smiled. “They are not wrong. But they are not right, either. The choice before you is simple—

Burn away the old laws. Break the cycle. Rewrite the rules.”

Aiden stared.

“You want me to become something worse than them.”

Veyros shrugged. “I want you to become something different. Something truly free.”

Aiden’s hand trembled.

This was… too much.

But deep down—

Some part of him understood.

He could never defeat the Architects if he only fought within their rules.

If he wanted to truly change everything—

He would need to shatter the very foundations of existence.

Veyros watched him in silence.

Then, with a flick of his hand, a mark of silver and black burned itself onto Aiden’s palm.

[You have received the First Forsaken’s Mark.]

Aiden shivered.

Veyros nodded. “Now go. Burn bright, little flame.”

And with that—

The Abyss collapsed.

—𝘞𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

Aiden snapped back to reality.

The battlefield was gone.

He was standing in a vast expanse of stars, alone—except for a single golden thread, stretching endlessly into the distance.

“One step forward, huh?” he muttered.

And so, he took it.