Re:Awakening with Ultimate Power as a Cosmic God-Chapter 39: Ch : Test- Part 1

The commander marched with heavy steps, leading the group of fresh candidates down a long corridor that opened into a harsh, uneven field.

The terrain was jagged, full of uneven rocks, patches of toxic moss, and rusting structures—half-organic, half-machine—rising like bones from an ancient corpse.

He turned to face them, arms crossed behind his back.

"This is your trial. Survive in there for one full day. I don’t care what you do—fight, run, hide, cry—but if you’re alive by the end, you pass. Sanity, injuries, none of that matters. Just stay breathing."

He said.

With that, he turned and walked off. No more instructions. No weapons issued. No gear. Just the open, warped field ahead.

Nova’s eyes narrowed. The moment he stepped past the threshold, he felt it—life. Not in the gentle, nurturing sense.

This was aggressive, invasive. The air itself seemed laced with pulsing vitality, like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to the planet.

It coiled around him, seeking entry, probing for weakness. He recognized it instantly.

The god of life.

It wasn’t raw power, but a presence—poisonously alive. And that made Nova instantly alert.

Around him, the other candidates were complaining already.

"This is stupid. We’re supposed to survive this? There’s nothing here."

One muttered.

"Is this a psychological test?"

"Are we meant to fight each other?"

"Where’s the shelter?!"

Nova didn’t respond. He picked up a small stone and tossed it into a nearby bush.

Click.

A mechanical snap. Hissing steam. Something shifted—something unseen, something waiting.

The moment the stone landed, a flurry of branches shifted violently. Something large reacted to the sound, lunging toward it.

A few candidates jolted. Others froze.

Nova didn’t wait. He moved. Swift, efficient steps, not too fast to draw attention but quick enough to create distance.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw others noticing him. They glanced at the shifting bush, at the way Nova moved, and quickly decided to follow.

Not all of them, though.

Some laughed.

"He’s trying to act cool."

"Probably panicking."

"This is just part of the scare tactic."

Nova sighed inwardly. Fools.

The group split. The smarter ones followed Nova into the shadows of a half-buried structure that jutted from the earth like a broken tooth.

The others stayed behind, unaware of the many sets of artificial eyes that were already trained on them from above.

And then the real test began.

From the edge of the clearing, metal claws unfolded from the ground. Vines with synthetic veins uncoiled from beneath moss-covered platforms.

The field shifted as if alive, no longer static terrain but a hunting ground. Screams rang out from behind—short, sharp, then silence.

Nova didn’t flinch. He pressed his back against the wall of the ruin and motioned for the others to stay low.

The ones who had chosen to stay with him looked pale. Fear sharpened instincts.

Above them, a drone passed by, its underbelly glowing faintly. Nova’s eyes locked onto it for a moment. It wasn’t scanning for life—it was watching for reactions.

This wasn’t just a test of survival.

It was a test of adaptation.

’And control.’

Nova looked up at the sky. It shimmered faintly, like glass straining to hold back something much greater.

The energy here wasn’t natural.

The god of life’s influence made everything overactive—hyper-repairing systems, self-evolving constructs, artificial fauna mimicking predators in cycles too fast to be natural.

He didn’t like it.

But for now, he had a task. Survive, watch, and learn.

He glanced toward the remains of a nearby observation post. Its broken scaffolding led deeper into the zone, and he suspected more traps and horrors waited there.

But he also suspected that’s where the Navel commanders were watching from.

If they wanted a show, they’d get one.

Nova looked at the others again—most of them trembling, on edge, but willing to listen.

’Good enough.’

The ground trembled with a low, guttural growl, followed by a deafening crack that echoed through the thick, overgrown forest.

It came from the very place Nova had just left. He stopped mid-step, narrowing his eyes. The aether in the air stirred like a storm cloud, shifting in volatile spirals.

Something massive had been awakened.

Behind him, one of the remaining recruits flinched as the sound of bones being crushed reached their ears.

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They whispered, their voice shaking.

Nova didn’t answer. His attention was focused on the pressure now flooding the air—unrefined, wild aether—like something unnatural had been released.

’A trap? Or something worse?’

He let the moment pass before making his move. The recruits clung together, too frightened to notice as Nova quietly stepped away from the group.

With them distracted, he used the chance to disappear into the deeper part of the woods, where the roots twisted like veins and the trees swallowed all light.

He wasn’t interested in playing survival games.

He raised his hand, fingers glowing with dull blue light, and let out a low pulse of aether—interference.

The cameras around him began to glitch, their vision blurred by the raw, irregular signals he sent out. Soon enough, he would vanish from the control center’s monitoring systems.

Then came the second trick.

Nova lowered his own presence, suppressing his core while spreading a thin layer of his unique aether around his body.

It pulsed softly like a slow heartbeat, mimicking the rhythm of the forest. The monsters—both bio-mechanical and organic—paused when they sensed him.

But instead of attacking, they simply turned and walked away.

They couldn’t see him as an enemy. He wasn’t prey. His aether told them that he was part of the forest, something ancient and powerful that shouldn’t be touched.

A perk of being touched by more than one god.

Finding a sturdy tree, Nova climbed high up into its thick, twisted branches. He perched comfortably and watched the trial unfold beneath him.

Screams echoed. Gunfire cracked through the silence.

Recruits fought tooth and nail against creatures they didn’t understand—half-living chimeras stitched together from metal and flesh, their bodies built to adapt to their opponent’s fighting style mid-combat.

Some tried to run. Others fought valiantly, only to be dragged down and swallowed whole by beasts too smart and too fast.

Nova didn’t flinch. He watched calmly, hands resting on his knees.

There was nothing to gain from helping them. If they couldn’t survive here, they had no place in the real battlefield.

Blood and thick fluids soaked the moss-covered earth below. Trees trembled as something monstrous crashed through the undergrowth.

It was a show of carnage and desperation. And Nova, with the expression of someone studying livestock, simply observed.

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