Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 538

Chapter 538: Realm III
Aiden’s sword clashed against the First Lord’s open palm, sending tremors through the very foundation of this universe. The impact didn’t just shake the world—it shook the concept of stability itself.

The First Lord’s eyes gleamed, their form shifting through endless possibilities. One moment, they were a child holding the sun in their hands. The next, they were an eldritch titan, their many arms weaving the fabric of space around Aiden like a spider spinning its web.

“Show me.”

Aiden smirked.

“Fine.”

—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

His Unwritten Blade howled, its golden-abyssal glow rejecting the very laws these Lords had built. He pushed forward, his body blurring through every plane of existence at once, his strike no longer bound by simple motion.

This was not a simple attack.

This was a complete rejection of reality.

And yet—

The First Lord did not block.

They did not evade.

They simply watched.

—𝘚𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘏—!

Aiden’s blade passed through them.

No impact. No resistance.

And yet, he felt it—

Something had changed.

The entire universe shifted, the sky darkening as an unseen force rewrote the very concept of causality.

The First Lord smiled.

“Now you understand.”

Aiden’s eyes narrowed. He stepped back, his instincts screaming at him, but it was too late.

The attack he had just unleashed—

—had never happened.

The First Lord had removed it from existence before it could become real.

“You think you can shape destiny, Aiden?” they murmured, their voice echoing across the entire fabric of this realm.

“You are not the first to try.”

The moment they spoke—

—the past shifted.

Aiden’s own memories flickered, his very history attempting to rewrite itself around the new reality they had just formed.

He staggered, gripping his sword tighter as millions of alternate pasts tried to overwrite his existence.

One where he never fought the Herald.

One where he never ascended.

One where he never existed.

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

Aiden’s aura exploded outward, shattering every false past that tried to take hold of him. His sword burned brighter than ever, its glow defying the very concept of revision.

His voice came like a commandment.

“You don’t get to decide who I am.”

The First Lord’s smile widened. “Good.”

And then—

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

The Second Lord appeared behind Aiden in a single moment, their presence collapsing time itself.

“You will not escape me again.”

Their hands reached toward him—

Aiden spun, his sword flashing toward them—

But—

—𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘎—!

The Third Lord appeared, catching Aiden’s blade between two fingers once again.

“Did you think the same trick would work twice?”

Their grip tightened.

Aiden’s blade shattered.

For a single moment, silence fell.

And then—

The universe erupted.

A War Beyond Time Itself

The next few seconds defied logic.

Aiden moved—without needing to move. His body blurred through the infinite layers of causality, his very existence rewriting itself with every breath.

The Second Lord collapsed entire timelines in an attempt to bind him.

The Third Lord dictated the very nature of battle, ensuring that every outcome led to his defeat.

The First Lord simply watched.

And yet—

Aiden kept fighting.

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

The Second Lord touched him again.

Time began to consume him.

Aiden felt his future being devoured, his potential dissolving before it could be realized.

His entire fate would be erased.

But—

His eyes burned.

His will rose.

And then—

“Enough.”

Aiden reached forward—

And for the first time in history—

He touched the Second Lord.

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

The Lord of Time staggered.

Their very essence wavered.

“Impossible—!”

Aiden’s grip tightened.

“You’re not the only one who can change time.”

The entire past collapsed.

The very power that had been used against him—

—was now his to command.

The First Lord’s smile faded.

The Second Lord vanished.

The Third Lord stilled.

Aiden rose higher, his sword reforming in his grasp, its golden-abyssal glow brighter than ever.

He was no longer just fighting them.

He was becoming their equal.

No.

Their superior.

And for the first time—

The Lords of Reality felt fear.

The Lords of Reality stood frozen.

For countless eons, they had reigned unchallenged, weaving the fabric of existence itself. Time, causality, and fate were their tools, and no being—not gods, not civilizations, not even those who reached the peak of creation—had ever broken free from their rule.

Until now.

Aiden stood before them, his sword reforged—not by external forces, but by his own will. The golden-abyssal blade pulsed, not as a weapon of destruction, but as an instrument of creation.

He was no longer merely a challenger.

He was rewriting the very foundation of power itself.

“You’re afraid.” Aiden’s voice rang out, steady, absolute. His gaze burned with the weight of infinite possibilities.

The First Lord remained silent, their omniscient eyes reflecting an unspoken truth.

The Second Lord had yet to return, lost in the very flow of time they had once commanded.

The Third Lord clenched their fists, their form shifting through countless battle outcomes, searching for a path to victory—only to find none.

Aiden lifted his sword, pointing it at the void above.

“You have dictated the rules of reality for far too long.”

The sky above split apart.

A new force, neither fate nor chaos, but something beyond both, began to descend.

—𝘙𝘜𝘔𝘉𝘓𝘌—!

The fabric of the universe trembled as Aiden spoke the first decree of the Unwritten King.

“This existence will no longer be bound by your laws.”

The golden void fractured, threads of destiny unraveling at his command.

The Lords of Reality moved at once—

But they were too late.

Aiden’s sword slashed down.

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

The First Lord’s form flickered, their countless faces shifting in disbelief.

The Third Lord stepped back, their control over battle outcomes breaking apart.

And the Second Lord—

—never returned.

Time had abandoned them.

Aiden exhaled, his power no longer flaring wildly but flowing with perfect control.

“Your era is over.”

The cosmic order shattered.

Balance was no longer dictated.

Causality was no longer absolute.

Reality itself had become… free.

The Aftermath: A New Beginning

For the first time in eternity, the Lords of Reality did not hold dominion over existence.

The battle was over.

Aiden had won.

The Unwritten Blade pulsed once more, but this time, it did not demand destruction.

It offered choice.

He turned, gazing at the countless souls who had once been bound by fate, who had suffered under the weight of predetermined existence.

“Your lives are your own now.” His voice carried across the cosmos, resonating with every living being. “No more gods. No more fate. Only the path you choose for yourself.”

Some stood in stunned silence.

Others wept.

And then, slowly, cheers rose.

The age of predetermined destiny had ended.

The era of the Unwritten King had begun.

Aiden turned his gaze back toward the void, where the remnants of the Lords still lingered.

The First Lord, though defeated, smiled.

“Perhaps this was always meant to be.”

Aiden simply shook his head. “Not fate. Choice.”

With a final step forward, he crossed the threshold—

And into a new existence.

A place where even he did not know what would come next.