Cosmic Ruler
Chapter 547 - 547: Realm XII

Aiden caught it with his bare hand.

The impact sent shockwaves across dimensions, shattering celestial bodies in the distance. But Aiden stood firm.

Unshaken.

Unyielding.

Vas'Ril's expression darkened. Impossible.

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬?" Aiden's eyes glowed. "𝘕𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴."

He clenched his fist.

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

The halberd collapsed.

Vas'Ril staggered back, his expression twisting into disbelief.

Aiden advanced.

One step.

And reality itself bent around him.

The other Arch-Lords—Kharnyx, the Devourer of Light, and Ilthera, the Keeper of Infinity—moved to intercept.

—𝘍𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

Cosmic flames surged toward Aiden, infused with the Entropy of Oblivion, capable of erasing anything from existence.

Aiden raised his hand.

The flames—

Vanished.

Not absorbed.

Not blocked.

They simply ceased to exist.

Kharnyx's monstrous form tensed. That wasn't possible.

Ilthera's ethereal figure flickered. That wasn't possible.

But Aiden only smiled.

"It's simple." His voice was absolute. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴."

He stepped forward again.

And the Throne responded.

—𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐌—!

The very fabric of the Boundless Realm ruptured.

A pillar of light descended from the sky, enveloping Aiden in its radiance.

[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.]

The Arch-Lords' eyes widened in horror.

Because they knew what this meant.

Aiden was no longer a challenger.

He was the Chosen Sovereign.

And nothing—not laws, not time, not even existence itself—could deny him now.

The light from the Boundless Throne intensified.

The entire realm—the highest plane of existence—began to shift.

It wasn't just recognizing Aiden.

It was changing for him.

—𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—

A great tremor spread across the universe.

The Elders of the Infinite Council stirred from their slumber, their ancient eyes opening for the first time in eons.

The Cosmic Judges, entities who had never before interfered, turned their gazes toward Aiden.

The Forgotten Lords—those who existed before the first stars—whispered his name.

Aiden stood at the center of it all.

—𝘏𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘔—

His body pulsed with an overwhelming energy.

The Laws of Reality that had bound even the greatest deities before him began unraveling in his presence.

Vas'Ril, Ilthera, and Kharnyx—the once-mighty Arch-Lords—knelt.

Not because they wanted to.

But because they had no choice.

Aiden raised his hand.

A golden scepter materialized, forged from the very essence of existence.

The moment his fingers wrapped around it—

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

The Boundless Realm itself shattered and reformed, reshaped in his image.

A throne, larger than galaxies, emerged before him.

The Boundless Throne.

The seat of absolute authority.

[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬.]

Aiden took a step forward.

With each step, the past Lords and Monarchs who once ruled this plane vanished.

They were unmade.

Because in the presence of a true Sovereign, all other rulers were irrelevant.

Aiden sat upon the throne.

And at that moment—

A new era began.

As Aiden sat upon the Boundless Throne, the very fabric of the universe shifted.

The laws of reality—once absolute, once enforced by the so-called gods—rewrote themselves in his presence.

A golden radiance erupted from his form, extending beyond the limits of time, beyond the barriers of existence, beyond the very concept of 'what is' and 'what must be.'

The ancient rulers who had governed this plane—the Celestial Tyrants, the Cosmic Judges, the Primordial Lords—all vanished.

Their thrones?

Their domains?

Their legacies?

Erased.

Because in the presence of a true Sovereign, there was no room for pretenders.

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

The Boundless Throne fully awakened.

A notification appeared before him, glowing with infinite power.

[𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.]

[𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝.]

Aiden exhaled slowly.

His mind expanded across the cosmos. He could feel everything—every world, every civilization, every soul.

Every god.

Some cowered.

Some watched in silence.

And some—those too foolish to recognize the change—prepared for war.

Aiden's lips curled.

If they wanted a fight, he would show them the cost of defying a Sovereign.

The Boundless Era had begun.

And he was its architect.

Aiden stood at the precipice of creation, his gaze stretching beyond time itself. The Boundless Throne pulsed beneath him, responding to his very thoughts. The power that now coursed through his being was beyond mortal comprehension—beyond even what the so-called "gods" could fathom.

He was not just a ruler.

He was the foundation upon which this new reality would be built.

[𝐀𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.]

[𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐚.]

Aiden closed his eyes.

Every civilization—every world—held its breath.

Would he impose his will upon them?

Would he declare himself an emperor? A tyrant? A god?

No.

That was the mistake of those before him.

His voice rang out, not as sound, but as a universal truth that etched itself into the fabric of existence:

"𝐍𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥."

The decree shattered the remnants of the old order.

The oppressive systems that governed fate? Destroyed.

The forced reincarnation cycles? Broken.

The celestial hierarchies that decided who would rule and who would serve? Obliterated.

For the first time since the dawn of existence—true freedom became reality.

Aiden opened his eyes.

The stars shifted.

The gods screamed.

And the war for the Boundless Era began.

Aiden's decree had shattered the very foundations of existence.

For eons, the gods had ruled as overseers, their laws absolute, their power unchallenged. They dictated the fates of mortals, decided who would ascend and who would fall. They thrived in the old system, where souls were bound to endless cycles of reincarnation, where divine authority could never be questioned.

But now—

That system was gone.

Aiden had erased it with a single command.

And the gods?

They were furious.

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

Across the cosmos, divine palaces trembled. The once-eternal celestial realms fractured as the backlash of Aiden's decree rippled through reality. The highest pantheons, those who had existed since the beginning of time itself, gathered in outrage.

"𝐀 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧!"

A voice, ancient and vast, shook the heavens.

From the Celestial Council, beings who had ruled reality for untold millennia glared down at the void where Aiden now stood. These were not minor deities or self-proclaimed divinities—these were the architects of fate itself.

The Primordials.

And they had no intention of letting Aiden's rebellion stand.

The War Begins

—𝘙𝘜𝘔𝘉𝘓𝘌—

Aiden lifted his head, his silver hair flowing in the void. The Boundless Throne hummed beneath him, sensing the battle to come.

They were coming.

Not just gods, but concepts themselves.

The Primordial of Order, who had woven the very fabric of reality.

The Primordial of Judgment, who had decided the fate of every soul.

The Primordial of Time, who had ensured that all things followed their destined path.

These were forces that had never known opposition.

But Aiden?

He wasn't afraid.

A slow smile formed on his lips. His grip tightened on his sword, the golden and abyssal light twisting into something new—something that not even the gods could predict.

For the first time in eternity, fate itself had no answer.

Aiden raised his sword.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬."

"𝐈 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦."

"𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭."

And with that—

The first battle of the Boundless War began.

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