I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Watts fell to his knees, the searing pain spreading through his body like wildfire.

His vision blurred as the notifications continued to flash, each word cutting deeper into his psyche. Every part of his body ached as if a thousand ants were gnawing at his insides.

But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst was that he could feel it—something deep inside him, something important, his very being was being stripped away.

And in its place, something ominous was taking root. It felt wrong, like swapping strawberry for red pepper—a terrible analogy, but it was the best he could manage amidst the soul-wrenching agony.

He doubled over, veins stretching on his skin like coiling snakes. His breath caught in his throat, his reddened eyes rolled as he writhed on the ground, desperate for some reprieve.

Yet the pain only grew worse, relentless and unyielding.

He couldn’t comprehend it at all—"Creator’s ability," "replacement," and worst of all, Death.

What did it mean?

Was his affinity being swapped for Death itself? That was so absurd, so impossible, that his mind outright rejected the thought. The very concept was incomprehensible.

The psychological torment rivaled the physical. Did this mean his beautiful creations would be gone?

Would he be left at zero, stripped of his technopathy, his runes, his... God, what was happening? Or maybe only the ability itself would vanish, and his creations would survive?

That thought brought a flicker of hope. But even then, the truth was clear—he would no longer be the all-powerful creator.

He’d be... what? The grim reaper?

His body felt like it was being torn apart and rebuilt simultaneously, each cell screaming in defiance of the transformation.

The nest, which had just calmed, began to pulse erratically once more, as if the planet itself was reacting to the shift within him.

The egg in his hand glowed faintly, a rhythmic pulse that matched the erratic thrum of his heartbeat.

His surroundings flickered between the present and something else—a dark void filled with countless faint, flickering lights.

And then he was suddenly pulled by a powerful force. For a moment, he felt as if he stood on the precipice of existence itself, gazing into the vast expanse of eternity.

He could see an endless void, and in that void, something called out to him. Something taboo, something that promised damnation to anyone else who dared look upon it.

Yet here he was, not only looking at it, but it was looking back at him. And he didn’t feel the slightest discomfort.

This thing, formless like the wind but endless like the void, was Death itself.

Through the haze of pain, fragments of a voice reached him. This one wasn’t maternal or cryptic like before—it was cold, sharp, and filled with an ancient authority.

"Death Affinity is a primordial force. Few beings across existence have wielded it, and fewer have survived its weight. You are the first in millennia to inherit it, Aeonborn."

However before he could do anything else, he was thrust back into reality. Watts gritted his teeth, trying to push himself up, but his body wouldn’t respond.

The transformation was overwhelming, the pain threatening to break him. Yet amidst the turmoil, he clung to one thought: What the fuck is happening?

Watts felt his soul unravel and reweave, ominous threads of extreem black and dull gold intertwining.

His body, once brimming with vibrant creation energy, now felt cold and still, as if the warmth of life itself had been replaced by a chilling void.

It was at this moment that the system chimed again, its cold, monotone voice cutting through the chaos in his mind.

[SYSTEM UPDATE COMPLETE]

[Congratulations! You have inherited the Affinity of Death.]

As the notification blinked away, Watts felt the pain subside, replaced by an eerie stillness.

His breathing slowed, his heart beating at a deliberate, almost unnaturally steady pace.

He felt like he had narrowly escaped death. Exhaustion weighed heavy on him, and all he wanted was to go home and sleep, to forget everything.

"System, you better start explaining," Watts shouted, his voice hoarse as he caught his breath.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

[Host, I think I now know which Aeonborn trial you are undergoing. It is exxtremely rare and has only been done twice but is very rewarding, though it is the hardest/]

"Yeah, then done keep me hanging just fucking tell me" Watts retorted.

[You will be given all the six primordial Aeonborn abilities. After every time frame, which is one month for you, you will randomly be given another one of the six abilities. The aim is for you to understand that ability to a certain extent.]

"Hold on your horses, so you telling me, that every month I will have a new damn ability?"

[Absolutely, the six are Death, Creation, Omniscient, Omnipresent, Omnipotent, and the last hidden one. And at the end, if you pass you might gain all of them at once, or some abilities of the others and then you choose to take only one.]

"Yo kidding... right?" Watts asked nervously because if that was the case then...

The world around him seemed sharper. He could feel the life energy of the nest, the faint hum of its vitality juxtaposed with the cold void that now pulsed within him.

He staggered to his feet, clutching the egg tightly. He could understand everything else, but Death?

Death wasn’t just an affinity—it was a presence that permeated his every movement.

Death was everywhere. Paragons, celestials, even the gods—no matter how long they lived, death claimed them all.

And now, to say he was the bane of death, that he could control it like a ball at his feet? It was incomprehensible.

Now he was starting to worry about his bloodline. First, it was the ability to create almost anything.

Now it was Death itself. He was starting to think that one day he might spontaneously combust into a real sun. And imagine his family being nearby when that happened.

However, the power this new affinity brought was undeniable. Unlike his first ability, this one demanded a transformation—body, soul, and mind—to fit its magnitude.

Of course, this brought further enhancements to his already enhanced form.

But as he adjusted to this new power, a low rumble echoed from the depths of the nest.

The ground trembled beneath him, and he looked up to see the crystalline structure beginning to fracture.

Rumble.

The sky darkened in an instant, ominous clouds spreading across the planet.

Lightning flashed, and thunder roared with deafening intensity. The wind howled fiercely, bending trees at unnatural angles, leaves rustling and flying away.

The transformation was instantaneous, so abrupt that Watts could only stare in disbelief.

At that moment, the system chimed in again.

[SYSTEM WARNING]

[The Death affinity destabilizes foreign environments. Caution is advised when interacting with fragile ecosystems.]

Watts grimaced. "Great. Just another thing to add to my growing list of problems." Of course. Why not?

The power of Death was an enigma, vast and untapped. It wasn’t just a burden—it was a curse, to those around him.

And now, this planet was going to suffer for his sake, just because he was here at the wrong time.

A strange, ecstatic feeling began to bubble within him. He somehow knew everything here was going to die, and... this made him happy.

He could feel the aura of death enveloping the entire planet, the despair of every soul trembling on the brink of extinction.

And their despair was his happiness. No matter how hard he tried to feel bad about what was happening, he couldn’t.

All he felt was ecstasy.

Flashes of death came to him in droves. How every creature would die, when they would die—he knew it all. And how did he feel about it?

Excited.

The nest beneath him cracked, and black tendrils of decay spread outward. Nearby flora withered, their vibrant hues fading to ash.

Small creatures scurried, only to collapse mid-step, their lifeless forms piling in heaps, but all he felt was excitement.

Deep, deep eustasy.

He clenched his fists, staring at his trembling hands. What kind of monster feels joy in the face of annihilation?

He thought of Layla, Chloe, his aunt, and the sheer horror of what they’d think of him now sent a shiver down his spine

Death made him happy, and that much scared him to no end. Was he becoming a monster?

Though his heart screamed in excitement for the incoming carnage, his logical side fought desperately for a solution.

He knew—he could feel—that he could control death, decide whether someone lived or died. But how to achieve that was the problem.

He wanted to stop it, but his powers refused, as though they had a will of their own.

Of course Death had a consciousness everybody knew that, and it wanted every creature on this planet dead for its own amusement.

And Watts? He had to fight and wrest control before this planet was damned.

But the real question was, could he win against Death itself?