Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 543

Chapter 543: Realm VIII
Aiden had changed the impossible into reality.

The Arbiter’s golden form flickered, its body attempting to reconstruct the futures that had been severed. Aiden did not let it.

—𝘚𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘏—!

Another strike.

Another wound on eternity.

The Arbiter’s voice thundered, shaking the very fabric of the new universe.

“THIS IS NOT HOW THE BALANCE MUST END.”

Aiden’s eyes burned with defiance.

“And yet,” he said, his sword crackling with untamed energy, “here we are.”

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

The Arbiter raised its hand, collapsing entire realities into a singularity. It hurled them toward Aiden, intending to erase him from every possible existence.

Aiden did not dodge.

He cut.

And the singularity—

Split apart like paper.

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

The explosion illuminated the battlefield. Light and shadow clashed in an infinite storm of destruction. The gods watching from afar could no longer remain idle.

One of them, a Supreme Tyrant of a Forgotten Era, finally stepped forward.

“We cannot allow this anomaly to continue. He threatens everything we have built!”

He raised his divine spear.

—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

Aiden turned his gaze toward the gods.

And they all hesitated.

The Supreme Tyrant was the first to realize—

They were afraid.

Of him.

Of a being who had not ascended through their systems.

Who had broken their understanding of power itself.

Aiden tilted his head slightly. “Are you going to attack me too?”

The Supreme Tyrant gritted his teeth, but before he could speak—

—𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘙—!

The Arbiter collapsed.

Their golden form crumbled.

And the first god-like being in eternity… had fallen.

Silence.

Absolute silence.

The Supreme Tyrant lowered his weapon.

And then, one by one—

The divine beings that had ruled for countless eons began to step back.

Because for the first time—

They had no idea how to fight against him.

Aiden exhaled, his sword still glowing in his grip.

“Who’s next?”

—𝘏𝘜𝘔𝘔—

The shattered remains of the Arbiter floated in the void, golden light dissolving into nothingness.

Aiden stood amidst the wreckage of a being once thought to be eternal.

The silence stretched across the battlefield.

The gods did not move.

They had ruled for eons, dictated the fates of entire universes, shaped the destinies of mortals and immortals alike.

Yet now, they stood frozen before one man.

A being who had defied the very laws that held reality together.

Aiden’s aura surged, no longer bound by mortal comprehension. He was past the concept of ascension, past the tiers of cosmic supremacy.

He was something new.

Something unknown.

And the unknown terrified the divine.

The Supreme Tyrant, clad in crimson battle armor, clenched his fists. His spear—an artifact capable of impaling entire dimensions—shook in his grip.

“We must end this now,” he growled, his voice filled with authority.

But no one moved.

The gods exchanged wary glances.

They were not fools.

The Arbiter, a being that had governed the very balance of fate, had been utterly destroyed. Without struggle.

What could they do?

Aiden took a step forward.

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

The very fabric of the battlefield fractured under his presence.

His mere movement sent ripples across the cosmic plane.

The Supreme Tyrant gritted his teeth. “Are you truly content with this? You would throw everything into chaos?”

Aiden tilted his head. “You act as if you understand what I’ve done.”

“You’ve undone the balance! Without the Arbiter, the chains that bind reality are weakening! The Overvoid will notice!”

Aiden smirked. “And who said I cared?”

—𝘞𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

The air collapsed as the Supreme Tyrant lunged.

His spear burned with a million dying stars, warping gravity itself as it closed in on Aiden’s heart.

A single strike.

Enough to annihilate an entire pantheon.

Enough to erase galaxies from existence.

But—

—𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘕𝘎—!

Aiden raised a single finger.

The spear stopped.

Time froze.

The battlefield ceased to exist.

The Supreme Tyrant’s eyes widened in horror. His entire divine essence trembled.

“…No.”

Aiden’s gaze bore into him. “You were afraid from the start, weren’t you?”

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

The spear shattered.

Not by a strike.

By rejection.

Aiden had denied its existence.

The Supreme Tyrant staggered back.

For the first time in his immortal life, he felt it.

Fear.

Aiden exhaled. His eyes burned with something beyond power.

Authority.

“Your era is over.”

And then—

The slaughter began.

—𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘙—!

One god fell.

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

Another erased from existence.

Aiden moved like a force of nature, his sword no longer cutting—but rewriting.

Every divine entity that stood against him was unmade, their concepts shattered, their names erased from the cosmos.

The Supreme Tyrant watched in horror as his allies, his fellow rulers, were wiped from existence.

He was the last.

He trembled.

Aiden turned to him.

“Kneel.”

The command echoed through the void, not as a request, but as a law.

The Supreme Tyrant fell to his knees.

His body refused to move.

He had been stripped of power.

Of divinity.

Of meaning.

Aiden raised his sword. “You spent eternity believing yourselves to be untouchable. That the rules of existence were yours to shape.”

His blade burned with creation itself.

“But now, I am the one who writes the future.”

—𝘚𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘏—!

The Supreme Tyrant vanished.

Not just from the battlefield.

Not just from time.

From memory itself.

The last of the old gods had fallen.

Aiden stood alone in the endless void.

No longer a rebel.

No longer an anomaly.

He was the only god left.

And the universe awaited his command.

The void stretched infinitely in all directions.

Aiden floated in the vast emptiness, no longer bound by space or time.

There were no gods left.

No celestial rulers.

No divine order to dictate fate.

Only him.

And the infinite possibilities of creation.

His sword pulsed in his grip, no longer a weapon, but a concept made manifest.

It had become an extension of his very will.

He was no longer simply a being who defied fate—he was the one who shaped it.

A whisper echoed through the void.

“The last god stands alone.”

Aiden turned.

The Watcher remained, their form neither light nor shadow, neither present nor absent.

“You have done the impossible,” the Watcher said. “The old order is gone. The cycle of fate has been shattered.”

Aiden exhaled. “Then why do I feel like this is only the beginning?”