I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Chapter 39

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 wandered aimlessly through the bright streets of LA, the faint hum of traffic and occasional chatter of pedestrians blending into the background.

His hands were shoved deep into his jacket pockets, his shoulders hunched against the chill of his own thoughts.

He wasn’t just stalling—he was trying to untangle the mess in his head before facing Evelyn, a mess of her own kind.

He glanced at the faces of the people around him, ordinary people living their simple lives, blissfully unaware of the supernatural shadows beneath their world.

A pang of envy shot through him. Ignorance had its perks. They didn’t have to think about clones, hidden cities, or kidnapped families.

Maybe my aunt was right, he thought bitterly. I could’ve lived quietly, leveled up in peace, and maybe even been the richest guy around by now.

But that fantasy dissolved as quickly as it came. Even if he had tried to live quietly, they would’ve come for him eventually.

That much was certain. No matter how hard he tried to evade it, the chaos of his life seemed inevitable.

Murphy’s Law wasn’t just a concept anymore; it felt like the only law governing his life.

If something could go wrong, it would—and always at the worst possible time.

His mind circled back, as it often did, to the moment his family disappeared.

He’d monitored them with his technopathy, every movement tracked, and yet, somehow, they were gone.

It didn’t make sense. It didn’t stop haunting him.

After a while, Watts exhaled deeply, shaking off the fog of his thoughts. He wasn’t going to get answers standing here, brooding.

He reached out technopathically to Evelyn, his voice curt as he informed her he was coming.

Before she could reply, he disconnected and turned sharply into an empty alley.

The next moment, he reappeared just outside her gate.

And as usual, the guards were on him immediately, their movements tense but hesitant when they recognized him.

The head guard stepped forward; his usual bravado tempered with unease.

"Sir," he began, his tone sheepish, "it might be better if you come back later. Today isn’t... ideal."

The same ghost who’d tried to throw him out on his first visit now looked genuinely unsettled.

For him to suggest leaving, something serious had to be going on. Maybe her parents are here, Watts thought, a cold dread creeping up his spine.

Before he could make up his mind, a sharp, cold voice cut through the tension.

"Weazo, are you chasing away Evelyn’s guest?"

The gate opened, and a figure stepped out—a woman who could’ve been Evelyn’s older twin, her features strikingly similar but aged by at least a decade.

There was something about her presence that made Watts’s instincts scream.

Weazo stammered hurriedly. "Of course not, madam. I just thought he might disturb your time with your sister."

Watts’s unease deepened. Weazo’s fear was palpable, and the way she carried herself—calm, calculating, and cold—confirmed what every fiber of his being was telling him: this woman was dangerous.

Her icy blue eyes settled on him, sharp and unblinking. "So, you’re Evelyn’s friend," she mused, her voice devoid of emotion.

From the corner of his eye, Watts noticed movement.

Evelyn was at the mansion’s window, mouthing something silently to him.

Run.

His heart skipped a beat. Is she telling me to run?

The warning, combined with the oppressive aura of the woman before him, made his legs twitch with the urge to bolt.

Weazo, Evelyn, his instincts—they were all pointing him toward the same conclusion: leave.

But he couldn’t. He didn’t have time to waste, not with his family’s lives on the line.

Watts forced himself to speak, his voice calm despite the storm brewing inside him.

"Yeah," he said, "and I need to see her. It’s urgent."

The air around them seemed to drop in temperature. The woman’s gaze hardened, cold enough to freeze the wind. Her presence bore down on him, suffocating, her blue eyes as biting as winter itself.

Watts felt an instinctive shiver crawl down his spine. This wasn’t just intimidation—this was power.

She tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable. "Hmm. I like it."

Her words should have been reassuring, but they only made him more uneasy.

There was no warmth in her tone, no smile to soften the statement. It was as though she enjoyed testing him, gauging his reaction to the threat she represented.

What is it with these sisters? Watts thought, his mind racing. They look so alike, yet Evelyn’s a yandere, and this one... this one’s just...

He couldn’t even finish the thought. The sheer coldness of her demeanor defied easy labels.

But none of it mattered. He didn’t have time to analyze her, to fear her, or even to run, no matter how much he wanted to.

His family needed him. And for them, he would stand his ground—even if it meant freezing under her cold gaze.

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I sat stiffly at the dining table, sandwiched between Evelyn and Gwen. The usually flirtatious Evelyn hadn’t said a single word since I arrived.

Instead, she kept her head down, occasionally stealing anxious glances at me. It was unnerving, to say the least.

Gwen, on the other hand, radiated a quiet authority. She sat with a calm detachment, watching Evelyn pick at her food.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening—Evelyn wasn’t planning to finish that meal anytime soon. She was stalling, plain and simple.

The silence was broken when Gwen finally spoke, her voice sharp and direct. "Do you even know she’s a ghost?"

Evelyn froze mid-bite, her eyes snapping to me, wide with panic. "Sister!" she protested, her voice unsteady, her gaze darting to mine as if bracing for my reaction.

I could see the insecurity written all over her face. She thought I’d leave, maybe even lash out, now that the truth was in the open.

It wasn’t hard to piece together that ghosts and humans must have some bad blood between them.

"Yeah," I said calmly, leaning back in my chair. "I’ve known since the first time I saw her."

Evelyn blinked at me in disbelief. "What? You knew? But how? How is that even—"

I cut her off, my tone sharp. "Look, I don’t have time for this. Evelyn, we made a deal. You give me information, and I owe you a favor. Can we just move on and talk privately?"

I was tired of the games. My clock was ticking, every second dragging my family closer to danger, and I wasn’t going to waste another moment.

But Gwen’s reaction caught me off guard.

"Oh, is that so?" she said, her tone deceptively light. "No problem. I can help too."

I stared at her, thrown by the unexpected offer. Evelyn looked just as stunned, her fork hovering mid-air.

I’d been ready for Gwen to shut me down, maybe even try to throw me out. But this? This cooperation? I didn’t trust it, not for a second.

Still, I didn’t have the luxury of picking my allies. Gwen clearly knew more than Evelyn—her demeanor made that obvious—and I needed every scrap of information I could get.

Evelyn clutched her fork tightly, her knuckles whitening as she shot Gwen a pleading look.

"Don’t do this," she whispered, her voice cracking. "He doesn’t need to know everything."

Gwen smirked, dismissing Evelyn with a wave. "Oh, but he does. Secrets only make him weaker. And you wouldn’t want him to die because of you, would you?"

"Alright," I said cautiously. "What are you guys talking about?"

"You know what? It doesn’t matter, I need information about the Paragons, the Order and the hidden cities." I continued

I mean I could see they knew something about me, something I should know, but right now my focus was on saving my parents, then maybe later I will have to corner Evelyn all alone.

I couldn’t do that with Gwen here, am afraid it would be way too hard. Plus she just said it for me to be interested in it but she wouldn’t tell me anything, that much I could tell.

All she wanted was to hook up my interest but leave me in suspense.

"What? Why?" Evelyn’s voice was high-pitched, her wide eyes darting between Gwen and me.

"The Paragons want me dead. The Order has my family. And the hidden cities? That’s where they’ve taken them."

Evelyn’s eyes widened, and even Gwen raised an eyebrow.

Gwen’s piercing gaze settled on me, her expression unreadable. "You’re more entangled in this than I thought," she murmured

Her gaze kept on me for more than what is comfortable in silence.

"You think you’re ready to face them?" Gwen leaned forward, her icy eyes boring into him.

"The Paragons aren’t playground bullies—they’re killers. And the hidden cities? They’ll swallow you whole. What makes you think you’ll even survive the answers you’re asking for?"

My hands clenched under the table, golden runes faintly glowing on my skin. "I’ll survive because I have to. You don’t scare me."

"Good." Gwen smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Then the room began to shimmer.

Before I could respond, her eyes began to glow white, and a suffocating pressure filled the room.

The entire mansion shimmered as a barrier formed, locking us in. Her aura was overwhelming, pressing down on me like a weight.

As the barrier shimmered into existence, I reached out with my awareness and technopathy, my mind searching for weaknesses.

The golden runes glowing in my eyes pulsed faintly, but my senses were met with nothing.

This wasn’t something I could dismantle—it was older, primal, beyond technology.

Instinctively, my own power flared to life, golden runes lighting up in my vision. My body tensed, ready for a fight.

It was clear Gwen wasn’t here to play games.