Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 544

Chapter 544: Realm IX
The Watcher chuckled—a sound that was neither comforting nor ominous, but simply… knowing.

“Because it is.”

The void rippled.

Aiden felt it instantly—something vast stirring in the distance.

Something that had been waiting.

Something beyond gods.

Beyond fate.

Beyond even the Watcher.

Aiden narrowed his eyes. “What is that?”

The Watcher’s presence seemed to dim, as if even they were uncertain.

“The Overvoid.”

Aiden frowned. “…And?”

The Watcher hesitated. “It is the place where even gods do not tread. The realm beyond realms. The nothingness that was before all things and will be after all things.”

Aiden clenched his sword. “And it’s noticed me?”

The Watcher nodded.

“More than that, Aiden.”

The void shook.

A single presence descended.

Not a god.

Not a concept.

Not a being.

Something beyond existence itself.

—𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

A pressure unlike anything Aiden had ever felt crashed down upon him.

It was not power.

It was not authority.

It was simply absolute.

A presence that could erase him not by force, but by simply deciding he no longer was.

Aiden gritted his teeth. “You’re not the first thing to try and erase me.”

The void warped.

A voice, without sound, without form, without emotion, spoke.

“YOU HAVE UNMADE THE ORDER.”

Aiden did not flinch. “Because it was broken.”

“YOU HAVE TAKEN THE SEAT OF THE GODS.”

Aiden raised his sword. “Because I refused to be controlled by them.”

“THEN YOU ARE THE FINAL ERROR.”

The pressure multiplied.

Aiden staggered.

His very existence trembled at the Overvoid’s gaze.

This was beyond anything he had ever faced.

Beyond the Arbiter.

Beyond the Supreme Tyrant.

Even the laws of reality meant nothing before this presence.

It was the only true constant.

The absolute void before all creation.

The final authority.

And it had judged him a mistake.

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

Aiden’s body fractured.

He felt it—his very being starting to unravel.

Not by force.

Not by destruction.

By denial.

He was being erased.

His memories.

His actions.

His existence.

One by one, they were vanishing.

The void swallowed his victories.

The battles he had fought.

The choices he had made.

Even his own name began to fade from his mind.

Aiden gritted his teeth.

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

His aura erupted.

Golden flames and abyssal darkness swirled around him, fighting back against the erasure.

His sword burned with something new.

Something that even the Overvoid had not accounted for.

—𝘏𝘜𝘔𝘔—

The Watcher’s eyes widened.

“You’re doing it…”

Aiden’s grip tightened.

His sword was no longer merely rewriting fate.

It was rewriting himself.

The Overvoid’s pressure wavered for the first time.

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

Aiden stopped fading.

His body restored itself.

His name returned.

His choices remained.

Aiden exhaled.

Then, he took a single step forward.

The void shook.

The Overvoid’s presence recoiled.

For the first time in eternity—it hesitated.

Aiden smirked. “You made one mistake.”

Silence.

He raised his sword—a blade that now carried something beyond fate, beyond gods, beyond reality itself.

“You tried to erase me.”

The Overvoid trembled.

And Aiden struck.

—𝘚𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘏—!

—𝘚𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘏—!

Aiden’s blade cleaved through the Overvoid.

The impossible happened.

The final constant—the absolute existence beyond all creation—was wounded.

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

A fracture spread across the void.

Aiden gritted his teeth as the Overvoid shuddered, its formless presence rippling in a way that defied understanding.

It did not scream.

It did not rage.

It simply existed differently than it had before.

It had been changed.

And it did not know how to react.

“YOU HAVE VIOLATED THE FINAL ORDER.”

Aiden exhaled. His sword pulsed in his grip, brighter, heavier, more real than ever before.

“Then rewrite your rules,” he said coldly.

The Overvoid’s form convulsed.

The void around them shifted, its laws bending, shattering, reforming in an endless loop—but Aiden remained unchanged.

He had become something new.

The Overvoid, for the first time in eternity, felt uncertainty.

—𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

A force unlike anything before descended.

Not destruction.

Not creation.

Something in between.

Aiden’s breath hitched.

The Watcher, who had observed everything without emotion, staggered.

“This is…”

Aiden turned. “What?”

The Watcher’s formless gaze locked onto him.

“The true balance. The force that only manifests when reality reaches its breaking point.”

Aiden’s grip on his sword tightened.

“Let me guess,” he said, voice dry. “It’s not on my side.”

The Watcher did not answer.

Because they both already knew.

Balance did not take sides.

It simply corrected.

And right now, Aiden was the greatest imbalance in existence.

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

A figure manifested.

Unlike the Overvoid, unlike the Watcher, this being did not radiate pressure.

It did not command reality to obey.

It simply was.

A man, tall and featureless, stood before Aiden.

No aura. No power. No overwhelming presence.

And yet—

Aiden had never felt more threatened.

“Who the hell are you?” he demanded.

The figure slowly tilted its head.

Then, in a voice that carried no weight yet was heavier than the cosmos itself, it spoke.

“I am Equilibrium.”

The moment the words were spoken, Aiden’s sword dimmed.

His strength recoiled.

His very existence felt unstable.

Balance itself was rejecting him.

“The Overvoid does not judge,” Equilibrium continued, “it simply is. You, however, are an error. A paradox that should not exist.”

Aiden clenched his fists. “Yeah? And what do you plan to do about it?”

Equilibrium raised a single hand.

And the entire multiverse screamed.

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

Aiden was launched backward, his entire being feeling like it was being rewritten, undone, erased, and reformed all at once.

His sword flickered, its golden and abyssal light fading.

He was losing.

Not in a fight.

Not in power.

But in existence itself.

He could feel it—the universe rejecting him.

The laws of reality correcting him.

For the first time since he had transcended fate—

Aiden felt fear.

But then—

—𝘏𝘜𝘔𝘔—

His sword glowed.

Not with golden light.

Not with abyssal darkness.

With something new.

Something that even Balance could not erase.

Something that had never existed before.

True Freedom.

Aiden’s eyes snapped open.

His lips curled into a smirk.

“You’re right, Equilibrium.”

The formless entity paused.

Aiden gripped his sword once more—only this time, he wasn’t just wielding it.

He was it.

The concept of change.

The force of defiance.

The one thing that Equilibrium could not predict.

The Unknown.

—𝘚𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘏—!

Aiden moved.

And for the first time in all of existence—

Balance staggered.