Cosmic Ruler-Chapter 508 - Fate XXVII

508: Fate XXVII

508: Fate XXVII

And caught the blade with his bare hand.

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

Aiden’s golden energy surged, and in that instant—

Time collapsed around him.

“If time says I lose, then I’ll just break time.”

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

The Elder’s temporal control shattered, his presence blinking in and out of existence.

Aiden grinned.

“That’s two.”

The Third & Fourth Elders—Masters of Creation and Destruction

Two Elders moved at once—one raised a hand, summoning entire universes into existence.

The other closed a fist, collapsing realities into nothingness.

“You cannot withstand both creation and annihilation!”

Aiden rolled his shoulders.

“Wanna bet?”

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

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The newborn universes unraveled.

The collapsed voids reformed.

And in the wake of his power—only Aiden remained standing.

The two Elders faltered.

Aiden chuckled.

“Four down.”

The Remaining Eight Elders—The Final Stand

The last eight charged together, their power converging into a single, inescapable force.

“We are the eternal!

You will not surpass us!”

Aiden exhaled.

His golden aura dimmed.

Not because he was weakening—

But because he was concentrating everything into a single, absolute strike.

He raised his fist.

And threw one final punch.

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

The entire Eternal City trembled.

The Elders were sent hurtling backward, crashing through the sky of golden nebulae.

Silence fell.

And when the dust settled—

Aiden stood alone.

The Twelve Elders knelt.

Not in submission.

But in acknowledgment.

Aiden grinned.

“Now, do I belong here or not?”

One Elder, their form flickering between infinity and mortality, finally spoke.

“You have passed the first trial.”

Aiden’s smirk widened.

“Good.

Now tell me what’s next.”

And above them—

The Twelve Thrones of the Unwritten pulsed once more.

The battle had ended.

The Twelve Elders knelt before Aiden—not in defeat, but in acknowledgment.

The sky above the Eternal City shifted, revealing the Twelve Thrones of the Unwritten once more.

Each throne radiated a unique presence, their forms carved from concepts beyond reality.

Some burned with uncontrolled creation.

Some pulsed with endless destruction.

Some resonated with pure, unknowable will.

And every single one of them—

Remained empty.

Aiden exhaled, rolling his shoulders as the energy of his battle settled.

They said I passed the first trial.

But that means there’s more.

He glanced at the kneeling Elders.

“Alright.

What now?”

The first Elder, still cloaked in shifting starlight, slowly rose.

“You have proven your strength.”

“But strength alone does not grant the right to sit upon the Unwritten Thrones.”

Aiden grinned.

“Oh?

Then what does?”

The Elder gestured toward the thrones above.

“These seats are not for kings, nor gods, nor conquerors.”

“They are for those who shape existence itself.”

“To claim one, you must carve your own truth into the fabric of this realm.”

Aiden raised an eyebrow.

“Sounds vague.

Got anything more specific?”

Another Elder, draped in shadow and silence, spoke next.

“You have broken fate, shattered limits, and defied all expectations.”

“But can you create?”

The words hung in the air.

Aiden’s golden eyes narrowed.

This wasn’t just about power.

This was about becoming something more.

The Elders gestured toward the void beyond the city.

“Step forward, outsider.”

“And shape the unknown.”

Aiden turned.

The world before him was empty.

A true void.

Unwritten.

Unclaimed.

Undefined.

And he understood immediately.

This was his next trial.

Not to conquer.

Not to destroy.

Not to survive.

But to create.

Aiden grinned.

“Alright, then.”

“Let’s see what I can make.”

He stepped forward.

And as he did—

The void trembled.

Aiden stepped forward, and the moment his foot touched the unwritten void, the entire Eternal City trembled.

The Elders watched in silence, their cosmic forms flickering with anticipation.

This was no ordinary trial.

This was a test of creation itself.

Aiden’s golden eyes flickered as he scanned the endless nothingness before him.

No rules.

No laws.

No limitations.

Only raw potential.

He had spent his life breaking limits.

He had defied fate, crushed enemies, and walked paths that should have never existed.

But this?

This was different.

The Elders’ voices resonated behind him.

“Shape it, outsider.”

“If you truly deserve to stand among the Unwritten, then carve your will into the void.”

Aiden grinned.

“Fine.

Let’s see how this works.”

—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

He raised his hand.

A single spark of golden energy flickered in his palm.

Small.

Insignificant.

And yet—

The void reacted.

The emptiness rippled.

It was listening.

Waiting.

Aiden closed his fist—

And punched forward.

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

The golden spark exploded outward, expanding like a collapsing star.

And in its wake—

Something formed.

Not just energy.

Not just light.

But a world.

A landmass of pure golden stone, vast and unshaped, but undeniably real.

The Elders stirred.

For the first time in eons, something new had been made within the Eternal City.

“He actually did it…”

Aiden exhaled.

His heart pounded—not from exhaustion, but from the sheer thrill of it.

So this is what it feels like to create something from nothing.

The Elders turned to him.

Their presence was no longer just observing.

Now, there was something else.

Recognition.

“Your first step is complete.”

“But creation alone is not enough.”

“Now, can you make something truly… alive?”

Aiden’s grin widened.

“You’re really throwing everything at me, huh?”

“Fine.

Let’s see what happens next.”

And with that—

He reached forward.

And the new world began to take shape.

Aiden stood atop the newborn land, golden stone stretching endlessly beneath him.

The air was silent, untouched, as if the world itself was waiting for his next move.

The Elders of the Eternal City watched from afar, their forms flickering with cosmic energy.

One of them, cloaked in threads of time and space, spoke.

“Creation is easy.”

“But can you give it meaning?”

Aiden grinned.

“Guess I’ll find out.”

He raised his hand once more.

The golden aura in his palm flared, but this time, he didn’t force it outward.

Instead—he let it flow.

Like a seed planted in the foundation of the world.

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

The land responded instantly.

The golden stone softened, shifting into rolling hills and mountains.

The empty sky darkened, then brightened, swirling into a cycle of day and night.

And then—something new.

A single breeze.

Aiden’s eyes flickered.