The cold silence of the realm shattered as Zayn stood before a massive, floating platform etched with countless celestial runes. The platform hovered in the void, its surface glowing with pale, silvery light. Around him, stars shimmered like silent observers, and even the fabric of space seemed to hold its breath. This was the "Cosmic Trial," a test that no mortal, no deity, no being had ever passed.
"Zayn," the Primordial Voice echoed, its tone heavy with age and power. "You now face the final barrier that stands between you and becoming the Sovereign of All Realms. Succeed, and eternity will bow. Fail, and your soul will scatter across time."
Zayn's golden eyes sparkled with unshakable resolve. He took a step forward. The runes on the platform flared alive, forming nine colossal rings—each representing a different trial: Strength, Wisdom, Spirit, Will, Time, Karma, Origin, Infinity, and Void.
As Zayn touched the first ring—Strength—the world around him changed. Suddenly, he was standing in a battlefield swarming with a million immortal beasts, their roars shaking the sky. A massive lion, the size of a mountain, lunged at him with divine fury.
Zayn's aura erupted. A flame that carried the weight of countless galaxies burned around him. With a single punch, infused with the Eternal Flame and his complete mastery over elemental laws, he shattered the lion into stardust. The remaining beasts charged, but Zayn's body moved like a god reborn. Every strike was precise, every motion divine. In less than a moment, silence returned. The battlefield dissolved, and the first ring dimmed—conquered.
The second ring—Wisdom—transported Zayn to a massive library. Books floated in mid-air, each containing the secrets of a different realm. A riddle burned in golden letters:
"What binds all realms, yet remains unseen? What controls time, yet is not time?"
Zayn closed his eyes. Memories flashed—his lessons with the Ancient Spirit of Wisdom, his encounters with Time Lords, his understanding of Karma and Law. A soft smile crossed his lips. "Intention," he answered.
The books burst into radiant light, and the second ring melted into his soul.
Then came the third—Spirit. Zayn found himself face-to-face with every version of himself—weak, arrogant, broken, lost, cruel, and naive. Each image taunted him, each shouted doubts. "You are nothing but a product of luck! You never earned this! You don't deserve to be God!"
Zayn stood tall, his voice calm. "I accept every part of me. Weak or strong, it made me who I am. And who I am… is enough."
The illusions vanished. The ring dissolved.
Fourth—Will. Zayn was bound, crushed under the weight of a thousand realms collapsing, every atom of his being burning in agony. Yet, he endured. Not for power. Not for glory. But because he had promised. Promised to protect his harem, his friends, his people. And Zayn never broke a promise.
The chains shattered.
The fifth—Time. He walked through his past, future, and infinite possible timelines. In some, he was a villain. In others, a forgotten wanderer. In most, he died young. But in all of them, one thing was the same—his heart. He always chose love over power, kindness over conquest, truth over illusion. He had walked every path, but only one led to Sovereignty—his own.
The sixth ring—Karma—was a web of cause and effect. Every life he'd touched, every battle he fought, every life he spared or ended, spun around him like threads. He was to be judged.
But instead of punishment, the karmic web bowed. He had changed fate itself.
The seventh—Origin. A mirror appeared. Inside, he saw the first spark of creation—the Origin Flame. The same flame that now lived inside him. Zayn reached out, and the flame merged completely with his soul. He was no longer just a wielder of it. He was the Origin.
The eighth—Infinity. He had to face a realm that never ended. No victory, no escape. Just endless battles, infinite enemies. But Zayn did not break. His strength evolved. His body transcended mortality. His mind adapted to cosmic rhythm. And he became one with Infinity.
Finally, the ninth ring—Void. The end of all things. A place where even gods died. Zayn stood alone, stripped of all power. Only his will remained.
And yet, even in nothingness, Zayn smiled. "If this is the end, then I will begin again."
The Void acknowledged him. The final ring merged.
Zayn opened his eyes.
He was glowing with infinite light. Behind him, galaxies danced. Within him, eternity pulsed. He had passed the Cosmic Trial. He was now more than a God.
He was the Star Sovereign—the Eternal God of All Realms.
In the distance, his women appeared, tears of awe in their eyes. "Zayn… you really did it."
He smiled and opened his arms. "Let's go home. Our journey has just begun."