Re:Awakening with Ultimate Power as a Cosmic God-Chapter 51: Ch : The Call - Part 1

General Urn stepped into the command chamber like a force of nature.

The temperature dropped.

Even the ship’s automated lights dimmed, as if bowing to her will. Her long coat—woven with divine threads of the god of life’s essence—fluttered behind her, and her boots echoed across the metal floor like war drums.

Everyone stiffened.

She didn’t look at anyone. She didn’t need to. The pressure of her presence alone drove the commanders and officers to bow their heads in silence.

She was a living legend—rumored to have stood on battlefields alone, surrounded by thousands, and walked away without a scratch.

Not because of strategy, but because she simply refused to die. The god of life had chosen her, and she was more than mortal. She was myth walking.

When she finally reached the head seat, she sat with a slow, deliberate grace, as if the chair itself had to prove it was worthy to carry her.

Then came the voice—quiet, cold, yet filled with steel.

"What happened to my base?"

Silence. Not a soul breathed. None of the commanders dared to be the first to speak. Some were sweating. Others clenched their fists behind their backs.

It was Commander Zero who finally stepped forward.

"General Urn. We believe our base was infiltrated... by a humanoid."

He said with a calm expression that didn’t match the tension in his jaw.

Murmurs. A sharp intake of breath from one corner.

"Explain."

"During the final moments before the explosion, I encountered him. He had external help—AI-based interference, likely hacked systems. His goal was the core. We didn’t realize it until too late."

Zero’s voice was low, cautious.

"You spoke to him...and let him leave?"

Another commander said, eyes narrowing.

Zero didn’t flinch.

"If I had fought him then, I wouldn’t be standing here. I made a tactical decision to survive and report."

That made the chamber erupt.

"Tactical decision?"

"You abandoned your duty—"

"You let him walk out with our most classified relic—"

"Coward—"

"Traitor—"

General Urn raised her hand. Just once.

The room silenced instantly. A single motion from her held more authority than a hundred officers’ screams.

She turned her piercing gaze to Zero.

"This humanoid. You believe he was after the Core of Life?"

"Yes. And based on the systems he accessed, I believe he succeeded.

Zero replied.

Another wave of tension rippled through the room.

One commander, younger than the others, stepped forward nervously.

"General... there’s more."

Her eyes flicked to him.

"Speak."

He swallowed hard.

"After the explosion, we conducted full scans. Deep scans. All channels, all frequencies. We confirmed... the Core of Life is no longer present on Urn."

The words struck like a hammer.

There was no immediate outburst. Just a thick, deadly silence.

General Urn sat perfectly still, but something shifted. The divine aura around her surged, tendrils of god-aether pulsing like veins of lightning beneath her skin.

She didn’t blink. Didn’t sigh. But her power screamed.

"Gone."

She said finally, more to herself than anyone else.

Zero remained silent. He knew what that meant. Everyone did.

The Core of Life wasn’t just the foundation of their research—it was the cornerstone of their power, their immortality, their divine evolution. Losing it meant unraveling their greatest secret.

"Prepare my ship."

Urn said, standing.

Her voice was even. Measured. But every commander in the room could feel it—the fury coiled just beneath her skin. The god of life’s blessing was churning.

"General, where are you going?"

Someone asked, barely above a whisper.

She didn’t answer right away. She looked toward the void outside the viewing panels—where the remains of Planet Urn still drifted like cosmic ash.

Then she turned slightly, enough for them to hear.

"To hunt."

And then she left, the storm following her out.

Commander Zero remained behind, quiet. Even with everything that had happened—the explosion, the loss of the core—what haunted him most was the memory of the humanoid’s eyes.

Calm. Unwavering.

Not defiant. Not afraid.

Just... determined.

As the door shut behind General Urn, the remaining commanders exchanged glances. There was no doubt anymore: the war they thought was decades away had already begun.

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Nova and Nyx drifted in the emptiness of space, the ship’s sensors quietly scanning every inch of the area they had traced the signal to. But there was nothing.

Nyx let out an irritated sigh, her voice coming through the ship’s internal speakers.

"There’s no trace of the signal anymore. The scanners show nothing—no gravitational pull, no heat, no terrain, not even an asteroid. Are you sure this is the place?"

Nova didn’t answer right away. His gaze remained fixed on the black expanse outside the viewing window.

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if listening to something no machine could detect.

Then, quietly, he said.

"It’s here."

"Excuse me?"

Nyx asked, clearly not convinced.

"I can feel the presence of the Core of Reason. It’s faint, but it’s there—threaded into the fabric of this space." He raised his hand and pointed. "Adjust course. I’ll guide."

He said firmly.

Nyx hesitated for a moment before complying.

"Fine. But if we crash into a star or disappear into a dead zone, I’m blaming you."

With Nova’s directions, the ship moved slowly but deliberately forward, slicing through empty space. Then, as if the universe blinked, the stars around them warped, bending unnaturally.

A second later, they were pulled into a space fold.

The ship lurched, then steadied.

And suddenly, a planet appeared ahead—lush, iridescent, suspended in the void like a jewel trapped in a black velvet box.

The moment it came into view, the comm system lit up. The same elf-like woman from before appeared on screen, looking as calm and composed as ever.

"I see you found your way after all. I’m sending you clearance to land. You’ll be safe."

She said with a slight smile.

Nyx blinked at the coordinates suddenly appearing in their system.

"That was fast."

But before they could say more, the woman added.

"However, once you step foot on this planet... I will not be able to help you. Nor recognize who you are. That’s just how Callex works."

Nova’s eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean?"

The elf simply smiled again, her eyes glowing faintly.

"You’ll understand soon enough. Welcome... to Planet Callex. The planet that does not exist."

The connection cut immediately, and the message dissolved into static. In the cockpit, silence returned.

Nova stared at the glowing surface of Callex, something cold settling in his gut.

"Prepare for landing."

He said.

Nyx muttered.

"This is already weird. Let’s just hope ’doesn’t exist’ doesn’t mean ’no way out.’"

They descended.

Nova and Nyx floated in empty space, sensors picking up nothing.

"There’s no sign of anything."

Nyx muttered.

Nova closed his eyes.

"It’s here. The Core of Reason. I can feel it."

Guided by his instinct, they moved forward. Space twisted.

Suddenly, a hidden planet appeared. A message blinked in—an elegant elf-like woman.

"You’ve found Callex. I’ve given you clearance. But once you land, I won’t recognize you. Callex hides everything, even identity."

The screen went black.

Nova stared ahead.

"Prepare for descent."

"Planet Callex. The planet that doesn’t exist."

Nyx whispered.

They dove toward the unknown.

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I’ve added 7-8 characters but I can’t see them on WN myself. Let me know if you can see all 7-8 or only 6.

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