Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 541

Chapter 541: Realm VI
Aiden stood upon his newly crafted world, his throne forming beneath him.

A silver-gold seat, carved from the very essence of possibility.

The wind howled. The sky trembled.

His realm had begun.

But this was only the first step.

Because soon—

The strongest beings of the multiverse would arrive.

And Aiden would either prove his supremacy—

Or fall before the titans of creation.

Aiden sat upon his throne of possibility, overlooking the boundless world he had created. An infinite expanse where power was no longer inherited, but forged. Where the weak could rise, and the strong could fall.

The weight of the cosmos pressed against him, yet he felt no burden.

This was his world. His realm.

But he was not alone.

—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

The sky split open. A great rift tore through the heavens.

And from it, the first of many came.

A figure emerged, wreathed in celestial flames. A humanoid form of pure light and starfire, clad in an ethereal mantle of shifting constellations. His mere presence warped gravity, and the fabric of space bent to accommodate his existence.

Astraan, Lord of the Endless Skies.

His golden gaze fell upon Aiden.

“So, you are the one who severed the Loom of Fate.” His voice echoed across the heavens, resonating through the very laws of existence. “You have done what no being before you could. And now you claim dominion over a realm of free will.”

He descended, landing upon the black-gold marble of Aiden’s throne platform.

“But tell me, Aiden—” his star-forged spear materialized, pulsing with the energy of collapsed galaxies. “Are you truly worthy of the throne you sit upon?”

Aiden smirked. His fingers curled around the hilt of his sword, still thrumming with the remnants of shattered fate.

“If you have doubts, Lord of the Stars, you’re welcome to test me.”

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

Astraan vanished.

And in the next instant—

The cosmos itself cracked as their clash began.

The Battle of Cosmic Kings

Aiden’s sword met Astraan’s spear in an explosion of light and shadow. The sheer force of their impact shattered mountains, ripped open the sky, and sent shockwaves across the newborn world.

Astraan’s attacks moved at the speed of collapsing stars. His spear weaved through space and time, striking from multiple angles at once.

But Aiden—

He did not dodge.

He rewrote reality.

—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

His sword erased the incoming attacks before they could strike him, severing their existence before they could become reality.

Astraan’s golden eyes widened.

“Impossible—”

Aiden’s blade sang through the air.

𝘚𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘏!

A tear formed across Astraan’s celestial body, golden light spilling out like the lifeblood of a dying star.

For the first time in eons—

Astraan, King of the Endless Skies, bled.

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

The celestial warlord crashed into the ground below, the impact forming a crater that spanned continents. The sky dimmed, as if the cosmos itself had recoiled from his defeat.

Aiden floated above him, his sword glowing with raw, undeniable authority.

He gazed down at Astraan, his voice calm, yet absolute.

“Do you still doubt me?”

Astraan gritted his teeth… then let out a deep, rumbling chuckle.

He rose to his feet, pressing a hand against his wound.

And then—

—𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖—!

He knelt.

A warrior’s bow. Not of submission—but of acknowledgment.

“You have proven yourself, Unwritten King.” His celestial aura pulsed. “From this day forward, I will acknowledge your dominion.”

Aiden nodded. One had been conquered.

But Astraan was only the first.

The Gathering of the Supreme Beings

As Astraan pledged his respect, the sky above them trembled once more.

Aiden turned his gaze upward.

—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

One after another, they arrived.

The Absolute Emperor Ragnar, clad in armor forged from the hearts of dying universes. His blood-red eyes burned with battlelust as he grinned. “Hah. Finally, a real challenge.”

The Dragon Monarch Fenris, a serpentine entity wreathed in abyssal flame. His voice rumbled like the echo of an ancient prophecy. “Let us see if your dominion is worthy of my fire.”

The Void Queen Nyx, her form shifting between existence and non-existence, her words mere whispers in the fabric of time. “A world beyond fate… how fascinating.”

And many more.

The rulers of the cosmos had come.

Not just to test Aiden.

But to decide whether they would stand beside him—

Or destroy him.

Aiden’s grip on his sword tightened.

His throne had been built.

His challenge had been declared.

And now—

The war for the Unwritten Era would begin.

The heavens themselves trembled.

The universe watched as the greatest beings in existence gathered before Aiden—their auras stretching beyond the mortal concept of power, each one capable of obliterating entire star systems with a mere thought.

And yet, Aiden stood at the center of it all.

The Unwritten King.

The one who severed fate itself.

The first to speak was Ragnar, the Absolute Emperor. His crimson armor pulsed, forged from collapsing singularities. His mere presence distorted gravity, bending the light of distant galaxies around him.

He cracked his neck, an amused grin playing at his lips.

“You talk about a world without fate, without preordained paths.” His voice was a deep rumble, laced with power. “But tell me, Unwritten King—do you think chaos alone is enough to rule?”

Aiden met his gaze without flinching. “Chaos? No. Freedom? Yes.”

Ragnar scoffed. “Then prove it.”

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

He vanished.

Aiden’s instincts screamed—

A fist, dense as a collapsing universe, appeared before him in an instant.

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

Aiden blocked just in time, his sword colliding with Ragnar’s strike. The force was immeasurable. The very fabric of reality twisted, space-time fracturing from the impact.

Aiden skidded back—but his footing remained firm.

Ragnar’s grin widened.

“Not bad.”

—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

Suddenly, a dark shadow loomed.

Fenris, the Dragon Monarch.

His colossal, serpentine body coiled around the battlefield, his abyssal flames devouring the very laws of existence. His voice rumbled, the sound older than time itself.

“Then let my fire test your truth.”

—𝘙𝘖𝘈𝘙—!

A wave of cosmic dragonfire erupted from his maw, surging toward Aiden like a tidal wave of destruction. The flames did not burn—they erased.

Aiden narrowed his eyes.

His sword shimmered—

And with a single swing—

—𝘚𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

He split the dragonfire in half.

Not deflected. Not absorbed.

Erased.

Fenris’ slit-pupil eyes widened.

“Impossible…”

But before Aiden could capitalize, the air became void.

A whisper echoed.

“You may have destroyed fate,” came the soft, haunting voice of Nyx, the Void Queen, as she phased into existence. Her presence was paradoxical—both there and not. “But do you truly believe you have destroyed control?”

Aiden’s vision flickered.