Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?-Chapter 537 - 533-The Temptation of the Supreme Throne

When Leslie stood before the Supreme 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 Supreme Throne, and from this moment forth, you shall become the ruler of the planes. But everything comes at a price. You will be stripped of all emotion. You will forget everything of your past!"

The solemn voice echoed through infinite time and space, reverberating across the cosmos as though freezing even the flow of time itself.

Leslie’s bright eyes remained calm as she listened. Her mentor 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 become the ruler of all planes meant wielding absolute authority, possessing supreme combat power.

But at the same time, 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 come 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 moment 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 become the master of the planes, why did you come here?"

There was a rare trace of confusion in its tone.

As the Supreme 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 supreme power had become 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 Supreme Throne, which now seemed slightly puzzled, Leslie spoke calmly:

"After becoming his wife, everything else lost its meaning. Supreme thrones, strength, influence—they’re all fleeting illusions. As for this throne… it’s just a tool to me."

"No matter how powerful a tool may be, it is meant to be used—not to control me. 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 seemed to halt its flow. The Supreme Throne fell into an unusual silence.

It had considered countless possibilities—but never this.

She intended to use it, the Supreme Throne, the embodiment of supreme power and authority, as a whetstone?

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How arrogant—how mad!

This was the Supreme 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, sometimes, excessive confidence becomes arrogance. The arrogant rarely meet a good end. Do you really think you can surpass every being throughout time? They could only become rulers, never anything beyond."

Leslie smiled faintly. "This is neither confidence nor arrogance. It’s what I must do. Only then can I remember Owen. Remember 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 me 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 Supreme 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 Supreme Throne were alike—both mad, in their own way.

Facing Leslie, the Supreme Throne finally let out a faint sigh.

"Leslie, you are the most fitting heir to the Supreme 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 mentor, 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 become a cold, emotionless overlord.

Seeing Leslie’s unwavering expression, the Supreme 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 supreme 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 become the next ruler of this plane."

Whether one became a ruler by choice or by force, the result was the same—memories gone, emotions erased, a soulless husk of a being.

Though Leslie brimmed with confidence, the Supreme Throne had to warn her.

Leslie said calmly, "So what if it’s supreme 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 Supreme 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 come again.

The throne now seemed caught in an ancient cycle.

Atop it, Leslie grew more and more ethereal and majestic—as if becoming a towering colossus, ten thousand meters tall, seated above all, gazing down upon the realms!

…

Meanwhile.

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 handsome 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 time and space began to quake and collapse—a vision of apocalypse emerged in an instant.

The Supreme Throne!

Someone had taken the Supreme 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 claimed the dominion?

The dominion of the Supreme 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 become the true ruler—not merely someone who held a fragment of dominion.

But now, someone else had beaten him to it, ruining years of meticulous 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 Supreme Throne belongs to me alone! Anyone who dares touch it—dies!"