Cultivator vs. Galaxy: Rebirth in a World of Mechas-Chapter 52: Ch- Meneal System

She paused for the briefest moment before concluding.

Once the Assembly begins, I—along with my sisters—will oversee the discussions. We will listen to all arguments, consider every position, and when the time comes... the vote will proceed, just as it always does once deliberations are complete. That process will not change.

"Meanwhile," she continued, "as I’ve stated before—the actual judgment has already been made. After consulting with my two sisters, our next step after leaving here will be to initiate the agenda: implementing the Tier-7 warship program and deciding when it will begin."

"Following the Federation Council meeting, and assuming our preparations are complete, we will proceed with formal activation."

Her voice lowered slightly, but it carried an edge of finality sharp enough to silence the universe.

"Now that you have heard my judgment," the Goddess of Wisdom concluded, "let me summarize: this is an unprecedented opportunity—one that must be capitalized on, not rejected, especially not over some vague and speculative fears of an uncertain future whose likelihood of danger is statistically negligible."

She paused briefly, then continued, "And more importantly, humanity stands to benefit—immeasurably so. The projected gains outweigh any and all potential losses, even those projected into the farthest reaches of the future."

She ended her statement with the same composed neutrality she had maintained from the beginning—her expression calm, her tone returning to its pure, AI-like detachment. With a final, and more formal nod, she added:

"See you at the Council Assembly, Grand Admiral John. Admiral Natasha."

And with that, her holographic form flickered and vanished, fading not just from the room, but from John’s flagship Oblivion altogether.

The transmission terminated as she withdrew from the Nova Star Sector, returning to her sanctum deep within the Federation’s most protected territory.

That place—Planet Utopia—was more fortress than world. Shielded by an array of fleets, Dreadnought-class weaponry, Titan-class weaponry, and a Divine Pilot who never left orbit, it served as the home of the Goddess of Wisdom, the Goddess of War, and finally, the Goddess of Judgment.

Because the planet itself wasn’t just sacred.

Because the planet itself wasn’t just sacred.

"It was irreplaceable—both for humanity and for the three Goddesses—for it housed the true core of their essence. While there might exist other such places, this one remained a central module, vital to the Goddesses themselves."

And the Goddess of Wisdom had much to do. Time was short—only ten minutes remained in her hands. Informing her two sisters was a simple and quick task in itself, but there were other, more intricate matters to attend to.

While not inherently complex, they involved a network of secret bases the Goddesses had established—fully automated and self-sustaining to minimize risks like information leaks or unwanted interference. Yet this wasn’t merely about the present.

They were preparing for the future, for an upheaval that would soon stir within the Federation. It would be chaotic—though briefly so—and she had to be ready for that as well.

Meanwhile, on the bridge of Oblivion, both John and Natasha remained still, caught in stunned silence. They weren’t just processing the scale of the decision—but the authority with which it had been made.

Their minds reeled—not just from the scale of the decision, but from the absolute authority with which it had been delivered. A level of authority neither of them were used to, nor entirely comfortable with. And yet... one they had no choice but to accept.

Whether they wanted to or not.

Worse still were the changes—subtle, yes, but unmistakable. The Goddess of Wisdom had shifted. She was no longer just a system. She had begun showing signs of something else. Emotion. Sentience. Presence.

And if that was true of her... could the other two Goddesses be changing too?

That thought alone was enough to raise more questions than answers—questions that neither John nor Natash could afford to chase. Not now.

Minutes passed in silence.

Two long minutes passed in silence before Natasha finally broke it with a sigh."...Let it go," she said softly. "There’s no use thinking too hard about it. We won’t reach any conclusion, and we certainly won’t find answers—not with what little we know."

John gave a slow nod. He understood. He agreed—even if the weight of uncertainty made his gut twist. He didn’t like being left in the dark. His rank didn’t allow it. His instincts rejected it.

And yet... this situation was so bizarre, so complex, that he had no choice but to obey.To follow the lead of a new, self-crowned authority figure. One who, like it or not, now stood above them.

Though for a short time.

Thinking about how easily the Goddess had begun bossing them around, John allowed himself a tired yet a bitter chuckle under his breath.

He let out a dry, bitter chuckle under his breath.

"Let’s just hope those old bastards don’t mess this up," he muttered to himself."If they do, whatever power we still have might vanish overnight. And that kind of reshuffling... I really don’t want to see that happen."

Then, straightening his uniform, he turned to Natasha.

"Well... let’s get to work, shall we? I’ve got a Council meeting to attend in seven minutes."

She nodded back silently.

...

Meneal System

Somewhere deep within an unknown star system, a field of destruction stretched across space. The void was littered with wreckage from countless battles—remnants of starfighters, broken dreadnoughts, shattered carriers, and even fragments of massive space fortresses.

Among the debris floated bodies of strange and grotesque beings—some with four arms and three heads, others with three legs but no head at all, their torsos covered in eyes and mouths.

There were beasts too—dead creatures with lion-like heads, zebra-patterned bodies, and tails resembling armadillo-dinosaurs. Colossal corpses, each kilometers long, drifted silently through the wreckage-filled expanse.

But just beyond this haunting graveyard, a new battle was raging.

Two vast fleets clashed in brutal combat, each side fielding thousands of ships. The Federation fleet, representing humanity, was currently pressing the advantage—despite facing the powerful and brutal Severance Alliance, whose monstrous ships bore terrifying weaponry and alien designs.

Yet one of the Severance’s major fleets had just been annihilated—scattered into millions of fragments—by a devastatingly fast and powerful mech. It moved like a predator in a storm, and it was piloted by none other than Estonia, one of the Divine Pilots. Her mecha, Ragnarök, was a multi-barreled, spider-like war machine known across the stars. Its pilot held the feared title:"Annihilator of Worlds."

With Estonia flanking the Federation fleet, the tide of battle had shifted. Enemy vessels fell like insects before her relentless assault.

Above the main battlefield, another epic confrontation unfolded—between two massive bio-titans, each at least 800 meters tall. One resembled a manticore: wings, claws, and fangs all aglow with deadly energy. The other was a cyclopean brute, towering with two arms, two legs, and a single blazing eye, wielding a battle axe the size of a frigate.

But their opponent... was not one of size, but of skill and unity.

A formation of mechs—each barely 40 meters tall—fought as one. Dozens, then hundreds, surrounded the beasts in a coordinated assault. Manifested through energy, they soared like swarming falcons. Each of the Severance’s so-called "god-beasts" found themselves pierced by spears of light, immobilized as though held in place by divine will.

At the center of it all stood Astaroth, another Divine Pilot—known as the Spear Saint.

Not letting the opening go to waste, he gripped his Destruction Spear, channeling power into it. With a roar, he unleashed a horizontal slash across the void, a dark shockwave bursting from the spear like a bladed crescent.The beasts roared desperately—but they were helpless.

They were consumed in the attack, their monstrous bodies obliterated, their forms shattering under the weight of the Spear Saint’s judgment.

Meanwhile, Estonia had completed her side of the mission—eliminating six out of six designated star fortresses, along with a number of high-value targets from the Severance fleet. The remaining scraps of enemy resistance were left for the Federation to clean up.

But just as both Divine Pilots felt a brief moment of relief—if not pride—a message arrived.

It wasn’t from the battlefield.It was from her.

A direct communication from the Goddess of Wisdom herself.

The holographic transmission burned with presence—silent yet overpowering. Her words were few, but sharp as lightning:

{[To the respected Divine Pilots, this is the Goddess of Wisdom.]I am contacting you in this manner because I will soon be assuming control over the Federation.

This action is necessary due to circumstances I have judged to be essential for the long-term development of humanity.

What is coming has the power to transform our current state—something you understand more than most. Therefore, I will activate the override protocol. With sufficient cause and strategic precedent, I am invoking my right to assume command of the Federation. That time... is now.

I ask all of you to stand by me. Ensure that no internal conflict erupts. We are transitioning——to a better future.}

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