I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Chapter 38

A/N: I am trying to find out ways on how to tone down Watts’ overpowered powers. Because it has become pretty much too difficult for me to create high stakes and put him in real trouble when the guy can just create anything to help him out.

So for any ideas, pliz put them in the comment section, I would be happy, I have quite a few but could use some more.

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Watts sat frozen, his mind spiraling in a chaotic whirlwind. His aunt and sister were gone—vanished into thin air.

Panic clung to him like a second skin, his thoughts a mess, too scattered to think straight. How could this happen? How could people disappear so completely that even he—with his technopathy—couldn’t trace them?

He clenched his fists, forcing himself to close his eyes and take a long, steady breath. He told himself that when he opened them, this nightmare would dissolve, and he’d find himself back in the realm of reason. But when he did, reality stood firm and unyielding.

His family was gone.

Watts’ technopathy scoured the earth, diving into satellites, surveillance feeds, communication grids—anything that could offer a lead. But there was nothing. No trace. No signal.

The conclusion chilled him: they were no longer on Earth’s networks. There was only one explanation—they had been taken to the hidden cities, the places shrouded in secrecy and protected by technology far beyond his reach.

Questions raced through his head. Were they safe? Were they being tortured? Killed? His chest tightened as guilt clawed at him. He hadn’t made peace with his aunt. His sister was still furious with him. Now they were somewhere unknown, and he might never see them again.

Watts clenched his fists, recalling his aunt’s warm smile and the scolding that felt more like love as he grew up.

His sister’s laughter echoed faintly in his mind, now replaced by the deafening void of their absence. He couldn’t lose them—not now.

His thoughts collided, chaotic and overwhelming, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to focus.

Calm down. Think.

He couldn’t afford to spiral. His mind had to be sharp. He looked at the card the man had left behind.

An address. A phone number. Nothing else.

The message was clear: show up at this address in twelve hours, or his family would pay the price. The his family was leverage, bait in a game they were forcing him to play. Watts wasn’t naive—whatever awaited him at that address was unlikely to end in his favor.

His jaw tightened as he pieced it together. This must be the Order Organization—the group Chloe had mentioned. They wanted him.

He was their so-called "Catalyst," whatever that was. For them to call him that, they clearly had more information about him than he had about himself, which unsettled him deeply.

"Catalyst," the word echoed in his head, heavy with danger. Whatever it meant, it wasn’t good. The Order wouldn’t go to these lengths unless he was critical to their plans.

And worse, they weren’t just dangerous—they were probably on par with the Paragons, a threat he couldn’t underestimate.

They’d outmaneuvered him, predicted his movements even through the Alcavith Rune that should have blocked any such foresight. Fighting them head-on was suicide.

He needed a plan—a way to outplay them while ensuring his family’s safety.

Watts inhaled deeply, his eyes glowing faintly as intricate runes shimmered across his pupils. These were protection runes he had placed on his aunt and sister as a precaution.

Now, they activated, giving him a faint trace of their location. He closed his eyes, focusing.

They were east. Somewhere far, far east. It wasn’t precise, but it was a start. However, pinpointing their exact location would take time—time he didn’t have.

He couldn’t go after them himself, not without tipping off there captors. But he had an advantage they didn’t know about: his clones.

One clone would search for the hidden city while his main body went to the address on the card.

The plan solidified in his mind:

Send the clone to locate the hidden city and figure out how to infiltrate it. Meanwhile, gather intel on the Order Organization to prepare for any surprises. Once inside the hidden city, use his technopathy to control its systems and locate his family.

He exhaled sharply. It was simple in theory, but the risks were astronomical. If they suspected even the slightest deviation, his family was as good as dead. The margin for error was zero.

As he prepared to set his plan into motion, a sharp jolt snapped him out of his thoughts. The connection to his family’s protection runes was weakening, rapidly fraying like an unraveling thread.

His eyes widened. They’re breaking through.

Reacting instinctively, Watts’ hands moved in precise, almost mechanical gestures. New runes shimmered into existence around him, weaving together into a complex and delicate structure.

With a surge of energy, he reinforced the connection to the protection runes, reestablishing the link—but at a cost.

The effort drained him, his knees nearly buckling under the strain. He clenched his fists, teeth gritted as he steadied himself.

The enhanced rune would buy him more time, but not much. At best, eight hours. After that, the runes would fail completely, leaving his family vulnerable to whatever horrors awaited.

A faint hum vibrated through the air, Watts’ distant clone flickering briefly. His connection faltering. "No," he muttered, panic bubbling. Eight hours? He wasn’t sure he even had that.

Every second mattered now. Watts calculated the time each step would take, mentally running through his plan with brutal efficiency.

A clone materialized beside him, its form shimmering faintly before vanishing in an instant, heading east to search for the hidden city.

Watts stood, his eyes scanning the room. It was a wreck—shattered chairs, broken tables, and the lingering marks of a brutal confrontation. With a wave of his hand, runes glowed faintly, and the room began to repair itself.

The room glimmered with energy as the runes pulsed, restoring shattered glass and splintered wood.

Broken objects returned to their original state, the dead bodies reduced to ash, the chaos erased as though nothing had happened.

The room was pristine again, but Watts wasn’t. His mind was heavy with the weight of what lay ahead.

He slipped the card into his pocket, his gaze hard and unyielding. Before he went to the meeting, there was one person he needed to see.

Evelyn.

She had been on his list from the start, and now she was more important than ever. If anyone had the kind of information he needed, it was her.

As he stepped out of the room, the weight of the timer in his mind bore down on him. Every second ticked closer to the moment when his family’s lives would hang by a thread.

He didn’t have time to fail. Not now. Not ever.

With a flick of his wrist, Watts disappeared, ready to set his plan into motion. The clock was ticking. And failure was not an option.