Cultivator vs. Galaxy: Rebirth in a World of Mechas
Chapter 46: Ch-46 Goddess of Wisdom

Chapter 46: Ch-46 Goddess of Wisdom

But either way—

They could not afford to let this opportunity slip through their fingers because of fear.

These weren’t just two ships. These were vaults of advanced technology. Strategic weapons. Future-changing assets. And no matter what secrets William held...

They would claim these gifts for the Federation.

Taking a deep breath, Grand Admiral John turned toward the large holographic screen before him. He straightened his uniform, then looked directly at William on the other side.

With utmost seriousness in his tone, he spoke.

"Mr. William... let me first express my gratitude. Your willingness to share, in detail, the features and power of these ships... I must say, I am not merely impressed. No—I’m utterly shocked by what you’ve shown us. These vessels, even as you say they’re just the early-stage tier-7 class, already surpass anything we’ve ever seen. And though they’re just one tier above our own peak Federation technology..."

He paused, shaking his head in awe.

"...the difference is like heaven and earth."

He gestured toward the data still displayed across the screen.

"The usage of mana—or red particles, as we call them—isn’t just a minor enhancement. It’s a paradigm-shifting breakthrough. Maybe not for you, but for us, it absolutely is.

We’re standing at the edge of a new frontier in technological evolution. It’s astonishing. I can only imagine what will happen when this blueprint falls into the hands of our top-tier researchers—they’d certainly lose their minds over a shift of this magnitude."

John inhaled again, calming the rush of thoughts.

"However... despite the great influence I hold within the Federation, I cannot—I must not—accept your generous offer on my own. As much as your conditions seem simple and almost humble, I do not have the authority to speak on behalf of the entire Federation without proper approval."

He paused again and glanced at William, subtly trying to gauge his reaction.

But William offered no visible shift in expression.

He just smiled—calm, composed, and unmoved. He even gestured politely for John to continue.

John’s eyes widened slightly. He had expected something—disappointment, irritation, anything resembling frustration after hours of presentation and goodwill. But William gave none of it.

Just that same unshaken smile.

And that’s when John remembered something William had said earlier:

"It’s not me who needs the Federation... it’s the Federation that needs me."

And now he truly understood what that meant.

Even if they rejected him—even if they turned him away—William would be fine. No, not just fine. He had the power, the technology, and perhaps even the backing to carve out a place for himself anywhere in the galaxy. And that realization made John’s tone shift even more—this time filled with deep sincerity.

"But... let me give you my word, Mr. William."

John stepped forward, as if trying to physically close the distance.

"I will do everything in my power to ensure this alliance is formed. That you get what you’ve asked for—and we receive what you’ve so generously offered. Because this... this might be our only true path forward."

He looked back toward Natasha briefly, then returned his gaze to William.

"Our only real hope—not just for the Federation, but for humanity itself. For our survival... and perhaps, one day, to rise up the galactic food chain and claim our rightful place. Not as wanderers, not as refugees, but as conquerors."

Taking a deep breath, Grand Admiral John turned to face the large holographic screen where William stood. His expression was solemn but sincere as he said,

"Mr. William, I must ask for a few more hours of your time. I promise, you will not be disappointed with the results I’ll deliver to the Federation Council. All I need is time to silence a few foolish mouths—minds degraded by centuries of unchecked power and the paranoia that comes with it. Their overthinking has blinded them to what you truly offer."

William, hearing this, simply nodded. For him, a few more hours—or even days—meant little.

"Very well, Grand Admiral John," he replied calmly. "I’ll wait a few more hours for your ’satisfactory result.’"

But there was a sigh beneath his words, not of exhaustion, but of subtle irritation. Despite his composed demeanor, William—an entity who had lived through countless eras—was beginning to feel the strain. It wasn’t the wait that bothered him, but the constant suspicion. The repeated implications that he might be an enemy... that he had to prove his intentions again and again.

He looked at John seriously and added,

"Let me say it again—I’m here to help, not the other way around. I hope your colleagues on the Federation Council can understand that."

John gave a nod of assurance. "You don’t need to repeat yourself, Mr. William. I understand... and I believe you. But some minds cannot be changed with words alone. Not even sincere ones. Trust and sincerity are not the same. Trust is earned with time, not just intention."

William chuckled lightly. "You don’t need to remind me, Grand Admiral. I understand that difference better than most. Still, I appreciate the honesty behind your words."

John nodded once more, then said, "Now, Mr. William, if possible—please share the blueprints for the two ships you’ve introduced to us. I’ll need them to present your case before the Council. That way, things can finally start to move."

William gave a small nod and turned toward Ascendia, who stood silently beside him. With a slight motion, she raised her hand, tapping into the air in front of her. Lights shimmered for a few seconds, and then she nodded back at William, indicating that the task was complete.

William turned back to John. "The full blueprints of both ships, along with all related technological data, have been transmitted directly to your ship’s central data core. You’ll find everything you need."

John still wasn’t used to seeing someone so casually bypass the security protocols of the most advanced warship under his command. But he sighed inwardly. What can I do? he thought, forcing a tight smile. "I’ll check it immediately, Mr. William."

He signaled to Natasha, who had been standing quietly behind him. Understanding the unspoken instruction, she walked toward the operations officer stationed just below the command bridge of the Oblivion and quietly relayed his task. He nodded and immediately began tapping through the projected data interface before him.

Within moments, he gave a confirming nod to Natasha, showing her the complete blueprints and tech specs now displayed on the command systems. Natasha turned, walked back to John, and whispered the confirmation into his ear.

John nodded, turning once again to William. "I’ve received them. Now, with your permission, Mr. William, I’d like to begin my preparations and present this to the Council as quickly as possible."

William simply waved his hand in farewell and cut the transmission without another word.

John and Natasha were left staring at the now-black screen. The silence lingered for a few seconds. Then Natasha let out a quiet breath and said,

"He’s getting impatient. The way he ended that call... we need to speed this up. This needs to be done now."

John nodded grimly, his expression heavier than before.

Noticing it, Natasha added, "I’ll go ahead and prepare the Council report and organize the necessary channels. It should be done in a few minutes. You should go find the ’Goddess of Wisdom’ and brief her. Once I’m finished, you can present everything directly."

John gave a sharp nod. "Understood. Let’s get to work."

John, wasting no time, activated the teleportation system of the Oblivion. In a shimmer of light, he vanished from the command deck and reappeared directly in his personal quarters—a large, high-security office spanning over 100 square meters.

Without hesitation, he stepped behind his central command desk and pressed a hidden button located beneath its surface. A soft hum resonated through the room. Moments later, a translucent projection materialized in front of him.

It was the Goddess of Wisdom.

She appeared as a woman of extraordinary beauty—white hair cascading like silk, her eyes glowing a pure, ethereal white. Despite being an AI, her presence was commanding. Her voice, calm and sultry, held a sharp, refined edge—a blend of grace and relentless logic.

"[Tier-One Council Designation: Grand Admiral John. Please state the purpose of this summons.]"Her tone was respectful, but carried a trace of restrained impatience. As a neutral AI representing the collective authority of the Federation’s strategic intelligence systems, she was programmed to be efficient, impartial, and direct.

She neither showed favoritism nor personal emotion, even toward Council members.

John nodded solemnly."Goddess of Wisdom, the reason I’ve summoned you is critical... and unprecedented."

With that, he began explaining everything.

He laid out the full details regarding William—his sudden appearance, his unfathomable power, his technologies, the ships he called "gifts," and the shield and repair systems that had already redefined their understanding of warfare. He repeated William’s own words and described his actions, emphasizing his sincerity and the minimal demands he made in return.