When Leslie stood before the Supre Throne—that radiant seat that illuminated the galaxy—it trembled ever so slightly. From within it emanated a unique allure, the power to command all things. Just a single glance was enough to make one unable to look away.
"Sit upon the Supre Throne, and from this mont forth, you shall beco the ruler of the planes. But everything cos at a price. You will be stripped of all emotion. You will forget everything of your past!"
The solemn voice echoed through infinite ti and space, reverberating across the cosmos as though freezing even the flow of ti itself.
Leslie’s bright eyes remained calm as she listened. Her ntor had already explained the price. So, after a brief pause, a familiar figure rose unbidden in her mind—Owen.
"If Owen were here, what choice would he make?"
To beco the ruler of all planes ant wielding absolute authority, possessing supre combat power.
But at the sa ti, it would be like dying and being reborn—everything of the past, forgotten.
Thinking of Owen’s nature, the corners of her lips curled slightly.
"If it were him, he’d definitely say—’To hell with that…’"
That crude yet cold voice echoed through the starry void.
If anyone were present, they would surely be stunned. How could such vulgar words co from the always composed and graceful Leslie?
A beauty as renowned as Leslie showing such a side? It would make many jaws drop.
Yet this rare mont of coarseness only added a new charm to her.
And after those words left her lips, Leslie felt the pressure on her ease noticeably. She relaxed without realizing it.
She looked again at the lofty throne.
The eternal, distant voice from the throne had vanished.
Leslie neither ascended the throne nor turned to leave.
The stalemate didn’t last long.
The voice returned.
"If you do not wish to beco the master of the planes, why did you co here?"
There was a rare trace of confusion in its tone.
As the Supre Throne, it had existed through countless eons, having witnessed heroes, villains, and those called both.
Ultimate power and authority—like an intoxicating poison—had ensnared countless beings.
Beneath the throne lay mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
All who had sought that supre power had beco its foundation.
And yet, countless more still pursued it, willing to pay any price.
Those who had made it this far had all sat upon the throne without hesitation.
But Leslie hadn’t.
To it, Leslie was more than qualified—indeed, perfectly suited—to sit in that seat.
Staring at the Supre Throne, which now seed slightly puzzled, Leslie spoke calmly:
"After becoming his wife, everything else lost its aning. Supre thrones, strength, influence—they’re all fleeting illusions. As for this throne… it’s just a tool to ."
"No matter how powerful a tool may be, it is ant to be used—not to control . I intend to use you to hone and elevate my own path. That’s your honor."
As Leslie’s voice, brimming with overwhelming dominance, rang out, the ancient starry sky seed to halt its flow. The Supre Throne fell into an unusual silence.
It had considered countless possibilities—but never this.
She intended to use it, the Supre Throne, the embodint of supre power and authority, as a whetstone?
How arrogant—how mad!
This was the Supre Throne, the authority that ruled all—yet even it could not move Leslie?
What kind of future was she aiming for?
After a brief silence, the voice returned:
"Leslie, sotis, excessive confidence becos arrogance. The arrogant rarely et a good end. Do you really think you can surpass every being throughout ti? They could only beco rulers, never anything beyond."
Leslie smiled faintly. "This is neither confidence nor arrogance. It’s what I must do. Only then can I rember Owen. Rember my daughter."
"That one who stole your power still remains. He’s already seizing control over another plane’s authority. He seeks to rule two. If he succeeds, I’ll never know peace again."
"So, I must surpass him."
"Becoming a ruler at most puts on equal footing. That’s not enough. I want to watch him die."
Her voice was calm, yet carried the weight of ten thousand mountains—unchangeable, unshakable.
The Supre Throne once again fell into silence.
It knew all too well who she spoke of—that one’s ambition.
Truth be told, Leslie and the Supre Throne were alike—both mad, in their own way.
Facing Leslie, the Supre Throne finally let out a faint sigh.
"Leslie, you are the most fitting heir to the Supre Throne. That path is the bright, proper one. If you insist on this unknown path, you’ll regret it when it’s too late."
Leslie shook her head. "This is the path I’ve chosen. I never regret my choices."
To Leslie, her life had been filled with blessings. From birth, she was lucky—nurtured by her ntor, cherished by her senior sister.
Later, fate brought her together with Owen. And now, she even had a daughter of her own.
She felt her life had already been beautiful—and she wished to preserve that beauty.
Not beco a cold, emotionless overlord.
Seeing Leslie’s unwavering expression, the Supre Throne no longer tried to persuade her. It only sighed again.
"If your heart is decided, I shall say no more. But one thing you must know—using supre power to hone yourself is a mad idea. That power is far more terrifying than you imagine. Your body might collapse under the strain. When that happens, willing or not, you’ll beco the next ruler of this plane."
Whether one beca a ruler by choice or by force, the result was the sa—mories gone, emotions erased, a soulless husk of a being.
Though Leslie brimd with confidence, the Supre Throne had to warn her.
Leslie said calmly, "So what if it’s supre power? I have things in my heart far heavier than that."
As she spoke, she began to transform into chaos itself. Like an emperor born from the primordial void, she sat upon that throne!
In an instant, the Supre Throne blazed with radiant light. The ancient starry sky quaked and collapsed!
Countless brilliant beams erupted, illuminating the galaxies and the universe, cloaking all things in blinding white.
Within this light was both utter destruction—and boundless rebirth.
Only through destruction, could there be rebirth.
And after rebirth, destruction would co again.
The throne now seed caught in an ancient cycle.
Atop it, Leslie grew more and more ethereal and majestic—as if becoming a towering colossus, ten thousand ters tall, seated above all, gazing down upon the realms!
…
anwhile.
On the path toward that ancient starry sky—
A voice, twisted with rage, suddenly echoed:
"How? How could this happen?!"
As the voice resounded, a strikingly handso man, exuding the air of an ancient noble, widened his eyes in shock.
His turbulent emotions caused the world around him to lose its color. Even ti and space began to quake and collapse—a vision of apocalypse erged in an instant.
The Supre Throne!
Soone had taken the Supre Throne, seizing the power of dominion!
Yet the woman he regarded as his rival—was standing right in front of him.
So who was it, then, that had claid the dominion?
The dominion of the Supre Throne—he had coveted it for so long. He had paid dearly, even choosing to slumber in pursuit of it.
His dream was to one day beco the true ruler—not rely soone who held a fragnt of dominion.
But now, soone else had beaten him to it, ruining years of ticulous planning!
He stared furiously at the woman before him, his eyes reflecting the shattering of the stars.
The entire plane world began to collapse under his will.
"The dominion of the Supre Throne belongs to alone! Anyone who dares touch it—dies!"
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