Re:Awakening with Ultimate Power as a Cosmic God
Chapter 58: Ch 58: The Chosen Ones - Part 5

Chapter 58: Ch 58: The Chosen Ones - Part 5

The sun began to dip below the curved edges of Callex’s palace walls, painting the skies in gold and pale blue.

The temple knights—once confident and arrogant at the beginning of training—were now slumped on the ground like sacks of flour left out too long.

Not one of them could stand straight without their legs shaking beneath them.

Malrik had gone particularly hard on them.

Every mistake was corrected with brutal precision.

Every ounce of laziness punished. After the earlier stunt they pulled with Nova, Malrik hadn’t held back—not with his words, not with his drills, and certainly not with the weight of expectations.

There had been no water breaks, no leniency. Only orders, and the demand to follow them until they collapsed or improved.

Some threw up. Others trembled and whimpered under their breaths. But none dared complain.

Nova watched it all unfold from the side of the courtyard, arms crossed and back resting against the wall. He didn’t feel bad. They’d deserved it.

But as he watched them drag themselves to their feet, muscles torn and energy spent, he did think one thing: they needed to be better.

If this was the strength of Callex’s elite, then this entire planet was barely standing on one leg.

He turned away before Malrik could drag him into another round of clean-up, slipping through the quiet alleys as the last light of day flickered through gaps in the stonework.

He kept his pace steady until he finally reached the small shelter building, pushing open the familiar creaky door.

Then he stopped.

The room no longer resembled the crumbling space it had been just that morning.

The once-sagging bed now stood with new, clean sheets tucked around its edges.

The walls—formerly lined with grime and mold—had been scrubbed clean, revealing the pale yellow stone beneath.

The cracked ceiling had been patched up with a careful blend of old boards and some type of adhesive sealant.

Even the floor, which had been unwalkable earlier, now shone under the faint lights overhead. There was a faint scent of herbs and detergent in the air.

It wasn’t luxurious. But it was livable. Comfortable, even.

And in the middle of it all was Anna—collapsed on the single bed like she’d fought a war of her own.

She lifted her head just slightly when she heard the door close. Her hair was tied up messily and her face was dotted with grime and sweat, but there was a gleam of pride in her tired eyes.

"I swear, this room was possessed by some kind of dirt demon."

She mumbled.

Nova blinked once, then stepped inside fully, letting the door fall shut behind him.

"What... did you do?"

Anna groaned and flopped onto her back, arms spread like a starfish.

"I cleaned. And scrubbed. And fixed. And argued with the shelter-keeper until he gave me some tools. Then I patched. And scrubbed again."

Nova glanced around, nodding slowly.

"Looks like you killed the dirt demon."

Anna gave a lazy grin, still not moving.

"I poured my heart and soul into this room. So it better impress you. You better think it’s perfect. Say something nice or I might cry."

Nova let out a small laugh and leaned against the wall.

"You did a good job."

That brought a genuine smile to her lips. She opened one eye to look at him.

"Good? Just good?"

"Very good."

He amended.

"Better."

She let her eyes close again and mumbled.

"I should’ve been born as a home designer or a cleaning bot. Who needs a gun when I’ve got a mop?"

Nova moved over to sit on the edge of the now-clean bed.

"You really did all this alone?"

"Yeah. You were off having fun with your swords and fights. I figured someone had to keep the base of operations from collapsing."

Nova leaned back slightly.

"You call this a base?"

"Home base. At least for now.?"

She corrected with a sleepy tone.

There was a pause between them—quiet, but not uncomfortable. Just the hum of lights, the whisper of wind outside the walls, and the subtle reminder that for the moment, they had a roof over their heads and some space to breathe.

Nova glanced sideways at her, her chest rising and falling gently with every breath.

"Sleep. You’ve earned it."

He said, standing up again.

Anna mumbled something unintelligible and didn’t move. The muffled words sounded something like, ’pet me if I did a good job’, but they were too muffled to be known correctly.

Nova turned off the overhead light before taking the seat by the window.

As he watched the night spread across the city of Callex, shadows creeping through the buildings, he thought about the battles ahead, the enemies waiting in silence, and the strange god this city bowed to.

But for now, he let himself enjoy the small, silent victory of a cleaned room and a girl too stubborn to let even filth defeat her.

Tomorrow would bring new fights.

Tonight, they had peace.

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Inside the high-ceilinged royal palace of Callex, Queen Eleysa sat draped in shimmering silks, her long silver hair braided around her crown like woven moonlight.

Her expression was calm as she listened to a series of mundane reports—supply shortages in the outer rings, ongoing disputes among the merchant class, and a mild worm infestation spreading in the northern barracks.

Then, the heavy doors slammed open.

A royal guard rushed in, out of breath and clearly rattled. He fell to one knee at the foot of the dais.

"Your Majesty, we... we have a situation."

He panted,

Queen Eleysa raised an eyebrow, immediately sensing the break in protocol.

"Speak."

The guard gulped.

"An outsider... a man not of our people... he’s entered the temple grounds. He crossed the holy shield."

Silence fell over the room like a dropped veil.

Even the scribes stopped scratching their notes. Nobles turned toward each other in disbelief. Advisors stood from their seats.

"That’s impossible."

One of the court ministers whispered.

"No outsider has ever made it through."

Another snapped, as if the denial would undo the report.

"But he did. And—he was accompanied by Commander Malrik."

The guard insisted. NovelFire

Gasps echoed through the chamber.

The queen’s expression remained unreadable, but her fingers slowly curled around the armrest of her throne.

Murmurs turned to panic as ministers began talking over one another—accusing, speculating, shouting about curses and divine punishment.

"This could doom us—!"

"What if the gods are angry?"

"Malrik has lost his mind!"

Eleysa rose.

The room fell into silence again, terrified of what she would say.

Her gaze swept over the crowd, her voice calm but razor-sharp.

"Enough."

She stepped down from the throne, her expression dark. Correct content is on NovelFire

"Bring me Malrik. Now."

She turned and added coldly.

"And find out everything you can about the outsider who defied the gods."

The court remained frozen even after Queen Eleysa left the throne room. No one dared speak until she was gone.

Whispers soon filled the chamber—about the outsider, the holy shield, and what it meant for Callex.

Some speculated it was a sign from the gods, others feared it was a curse.

Meanwhile, the queen’s steps echoed through the marble halls as she made her way toward the temple records. Her thoughts were sharp, focused.

Whoever this outsider was, he had shaken the foundation of their divine protection—and for that, she would uncover the truth herself, no matter what it revealed.