Re:Awakening with Ultimate Power as a Cosmic God-Chapter 50: Ch : Revenge at Last - Part 2

The intense burst of aether from Planet Urn’s destruction ripped through the void like a storm, its brilliant light still visible in the distance even as the aftershock reached the mothership.

A low rumble passed through the metal hull. The entire structure groaned under the pressure, lights flickering across the control panels.

Nova steadied himself against a rail and narrowed his eyes at the fading remnants of the planet.

"Nyx. Make the jump. Now."

"Already setting the coordinates. If we linger any longer, we’ll lose something vital. This aether output is tearing holes into nearby gravity fields."

She replied.

A loud hum rose through the ship as Nyx initiated the jump drive. Within moments, a burst of compressed space engulfed the ship and they vanished from the danger zone.

When they reappeared, everything was still again—quiet, floating in a safer part of the system, far from the destruction they left behind.

Anna let out a long yawn and stretched.

"I’m going to sleep. I think I need at least ten hours after all that. But... once I’m awake, I’m going to keep studying. After everything on Urn, I think I could actually become a real mechanic someday."

She mumbled as she rubbed her shoulder.

She turned toward her quarters before Nova could reply.

"Goodnight."

The door clicked shut behind her.

"Too optimistic. Mechanics don’t just learn in a few days. That’s not how it works."

Nyx muttered.

Nova gave a faint smile and leaned against the wall.

"She might have a shot. She did copy someone else’s answers and still passed. Not everyone can do that under pressure. That takes instinct."

Nyx went silent. But her disapproval was loud in its own way.

The silence lingered a moment longer, then was broken by a soft voice from near Nova’s feet.

"I need a room. Just for now. I need to rest. I’ll hibernate... until I’m strong enough again."

The puppy-like creature said quietly.

Nova looked down. The small creature—barely the size of a large cat—stood on unsteady legs, its white fur glowing faintly.

Despite its form, the weight of its presence was undeniable. This was the core of life.

Nova nodded.

"Nyx, find a quiet room. Clean. No sensors. No tracking."

"Already on it. Sending a drone to guide him now."

She said.

A small mechanical orb floated down from the ceiling, hovering near the creature.

"Follow it. Take your time. We’ll handle things out here."

Nova said, crouching down.

The core of life looked up at Nova, something unreadable flickering in its eyes. Then it turned and followed the drone out of the bridge, padding silently down the hallway.

When they were alone again, Nova finally let out the breath he had been holding.

It was quiet now. The planet was gone. The core was safe.

But he knew this wasn’t the end—only the eye of the storm.

Once things had finally calmed down and the ship stabilized, Nova made his way toward the mainframe chamber.

The door slid open with a soft hiss, and he stepped inside, the low hum of the ship’s systems surrounding him like a quiet heartbeat.

"Nyx, what do you think our next move should be?"

He said as he approached the central console.

"Depends."

Nyx replied, her voice echoing softly through the chamber.

"We’ve got the core of life now, which is a game-changer. But that also means we’re now a threat worth tracking. If anyone else finds out what’s on board, we’re going to have more than Urn’s ghost chasing us."

Nova nodded.

"So?"

"So, we focus on rebuilding our fleet. That core needs its own vessel—a real one. Not just something to carry it around, but a living ship that can interface with it directly. Once we have that, we can fight back properly."

She continued,

"That’ll take time. And people."

"Exactly. And both are in short supply."

As if summoned by her words, a sudden alarm blared through the room. Red lights flashed along the ceiling.

Nova’s eyes narrowed.

"What now?"

"Incoming transmission. It’s... from another core."

Nyx said quickly.

Nova stiffened.

"Play it."

A holographic screen blinked to life in front of him. freeweɓnøvel~com

A regal-looking woman appeared—her features delicate, near-elven, with long hair flowing like liquid starlight down her back.

She sat casually on a crystalline throne, one leg crossed over the other, her expression the picture of amusement.

"Nova, and Nyx. I hear you’re in need of a little help. Labor. Materials. Perhaps even... companionship."

She purred, her voice rich and composed.

Her smile deepened as her eyes glinted.

"If you’re interested, come to me. I’d be happy to indulge your efforts."

The screen went dark.

For a moment, there was only silence.

"That was too clean. Too sudden. It’s a setup if I’ve ever seen one."

Nyx said flatly.

Nova remained quiet, eyes still locked on where the projection had been.

"She knew our names."

"Exactly. And our ship. That’s not a coincidence. She timed that message right after the explosion on Urn. She’s been watching."

"Good. Then she’s exactly the kind of core I want to meet."

Nova said, turning toward the main console.

Nyx hesitated.

"You’re serious?"

"She’s the core of reason. Manipulative. Smart. Possibly dangerous."

He smirked.

"But I need them all anyway. That’s part of the mission."

"And if it’s a trap?"

"Then we spring it. No one lays traps without exposing their hand. If she’s offering herself on a silver platter, we’d be stupid not to take a bite."

Nova replied.

"...You’re getting dramatic again."

Nova only smiled, eyes sharp with focus.

"Set course, Nyx. We’re going hunting."

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Near the remains of Planet Urn, dozens of ships loomed in space, silently observing the aftermath.

Debris floated like shattered glass through the void, the planet now nothing more than a fading echo of its former presence.

No signals came from it. No energy signatures remained. The entire Galactic Navel base had been wiped out.

Inside one of the leading vessels, Commander Zero stood before a reinforced wall, his knuckles bloodied from where he had slammed his fist into it moments earlier.

His jaw clenched tight, eyes burning with fury—not at the loss of the base, not even at the annihilation of an entire planet, but at the simple, infuriating fact that the humanoid had slipped through his fingers.

Again.

Behind him, his second-in-command approached cautiously.

"Sir, you need to calm yourself. If the others see how personally you’re taking this... it could raise questions. You know how the hierarchy works."

The officer said in a low voice.

Commander Zero didn’t turn around.

"They already have questions."

He muttered.

The second-in-command narrowed his eyes.

"Then you’d better start answering them like a proper commander. General Urn is arriving any moment now."

That got his attention. Zero finally pushed off the wall, straightening his posture.

"I know."

He grabbed his coat and left the room, each step echoing with renewed purpose.

Dozens of ships hovered near Urn’s ruins, stunned. Commander Zero punched the wall, more furious about the humanoid’s escape than the planet’s destruction.

His second-in-command warned him to stay composed—General Urn was arriving soon.

Zero exhaled sharply, straightened his coat, and strode out, ready to face what came next.

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