I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Chapter 41

I had thought power would make me invincible, that it would shield me from loss.

But here I am, standing on the edge of annihilation, and all I can think about is how much I still have to lose.

My family, my friends... me.

If I fail, I won’t just be forgotten—I’ll leave them behind in a world worse than it already is

Now one would ask me how I was going to do this. I mean, it was practically impossible. Very much so. But I had a plan.

Ever watched the Suicide Squad movie? Well, I’m about to go on a suicide mission. More like Tom Cruise on a mission impossible.

I knew for a fact that I could never win over people who had evolved more than twice.

Even the captain guards on the four main cities were level 3 existences. These were powerful enough to destroy the entire planet with just a flick of their hand, and they were just guards. What about the real Paragons?

Even the weakest Paragon was level 7. This was a kind of power one couldn’t even fathom. If a mere level 3 could destroy the world effortlessly, what could a level 7 do?

Our cultivation system worked like this: you evolve until you become a real god at level 10. Luckily for me, no Paragon had reached level 10.

As you evolve, you gain one or two aspects that a god should have. These grow stronger as you ascend.

A level 10 existence is a true divine god—you can do absolutely anything. Anything at all. This meant that the closer you get to level 10, the closer you are to becoming a god.

So even the weakest Paragon, a level 7, could shatter galaxies with a thought, create life, take life, and do so much more.

So basically, I was screwed.

But I had something that could help me. In fact, I hadn’t even used a fraction of my potential.

Maybe because I hadn’t faced a real opponent yet, I hadn’t felt the need to develop my skills. Now was the time to get serious.

"Before I go, can you tell me more about evolution levels?" I asked, looking at Gwen.

"That wasn’t in the information you asked for," she replied with folded arms, leaning back in her chair.

"Count it as a favor," I said simply.

I knew she would tell me anyway, so I might as well stop whining about it.

"It’s simple, really," she began. "You already have the basics down, so all you need to know is that your element is crucial for evolving to higher levels."

"So you better start developing it as soon as possible," she continued. "Also, those who evolve the soul have different ways of cultivating than those who focus on the mind and body. Every aspect develops differently and gives different benefits."

"But you don’t have to worry about that for now. You’re still way too far from evolving again. Focus on your current problem first," she finished.

She was right. I had just evolved to level 1. Normally, even geniuses would take at least a decade to evolve to level 2, while average people might take hundreds of years.

But what no one knew was that I didn’t cultivate the normal way. In fact, I didn’t even know how they did it. All I knew was that I created something that boosted my stats until I hit a bottleneck.

If I wanted, I could do just that right now to reach the peak of level 2. The only issue was that I needed the right requirements for evolution.

In our world, those who reach level 3 become Guardians, their lives pledged to the Paragons who rule the cities.

No one defies the system because evolution isn’t just survival—it’s status, wealth, and freedom. And I’m about to spit in its face

"Do you guys have a place I could hide for a few minutes?" I asked.

This time, it was Evelyn who replied. "Of course we do," she smiled as she stood up.

But then she paused and glanced worriedly at Gwen, who simply shrugged. Evelyn let out a sigh of relief.

She led me to the basement. As we were walking, I wondered where the hideout was.

Evelyn made a few gestures in the air, and then the illusion around us broke, revealing a metallic door in what had previously been a solid wall.

I really should use the Eyes of the Universe more often, because if they were activated, they would have seen this the whole time.

Evelyn keyed in a code, and the metallic door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a hidden chamber.

Inside, the room was stark, with smooth metallic walls that gleamed under faint, sterile lighting. A subtle hum of energy vibrated through the air, reinforcing the high-tech aura of the space.

It was clearly a safe room—fortified and secure, the kind of place designed to withstand the wrath of even a level 3 existence. Or so I hoped.

"This should work, right?" Evelyn asked, gesturing for me to enter.

Her hand lingered on the doorframe as she hesitated, a rare flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. "Just don’t blow anything up, okay? This one’s my favorite."

I smirked. "No promises."

Evelyn smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. There was always something fragile about her, like a porcelain doll trying not to crack.

"This chamber? It’s the last thing my father built before... well, before he was gone. So yeah, it’s special." she said as she left.

Seems, it really is a sensitive topic for her, is that she is very fragile? I s this why she... doesn’t matter now.

The door sealed shut behind me with a low, mechanical thud, and I exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

Alone now, I let the weight of the moment settle over me. It was time to get serious.

Gwen’s words echoed in my mind: Your element is key to evolving to higher levels.

I still didn’t fully understand my element, but I had an inkling it was my way out of the chaos I was drowning in.

Then there were the Eyes of the Universe—a gift from existence itself, one I’d barely begun to comprehend.

If the Universe handed you a gift, surely it was meant to be monumental. Yet here I was, fumbling with it like a rookie. The universe must really be disappointed in me now.

It was time to take stock.

As I went over my abilities, the list was... overwhelming. Not because of what I lacked, but because of just how much I already had. And the terrifying part? Each one of them was overpowered.

How the hell am I still this weak? I thought, incredulous.

Seriously, anyone with this arsenal would be untouchable by now. But here I was, whining about my inadequacies.

1. Creator’s ability that allows me to create anything I can think of so long as I had the energy for it.

2. Supreme Human, this race’s abilities would help me become powerful only by trading blows.

3. Immortality that I got from the Universe blessings, now that I think about it, I shouldn’t be able to die, right? And immortality, their are a thousand ways to use the life force to get stronger quickly.

And here I was crying of being weak, fuck, I cant believe myself.

4. Immune to Divination related abilities, this on its own was awesome, only that I had doubts since someone was able to tell my movements previously.

5. Extreme Luck, now this is a surprise, I had even forgotten about this since everything they happened recently pointed to bad luck.

Can I use this the way Domino in Marvels uses her luck to manipulate probability, if I can, then..... I don’t even know.

6. Eyes of the Universe, something I hadn’t used even 5 times since I got it, the universe must be disappointed in me.

7. Then there was the rune of Alcavith, something that allowed me to use runes the way I did. Someone of my level shouldn’t be able to even activate the simplest of runes.

Yet here I was activating even the complex ones without exploding to smithereens, I had to make more research.

8. Aeonborn element was also something I didn’t know much about, but hoped it was overpowered seeing as it is the same with my bloodline.

If my bloodline is already overpowered, then the element itself should be incredible, right?

I ran a hand through my hair, both amazed and frustrated. How do I have all this and still feel weak?

Seven hours. Not much time, but more than enough to rewrite my story.

I glanced at the faint glow of the hidden chamber’s walls, the hum of power a steady rhythm in the background. This room wasn’t just a sanctuary—it was a crucible.

When I walked out of here, I wouldn’t just be stronger. I wouldn’t just be prepared.

I would be unstoppable.

For my family. For myself. For the universe that dared to underestimate me.

Now, time to get to work.