I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Chapter 48

Now, to stop this chaos, Watts knew he had to first understand what "this" even was.

The storm brewing around him wasn’t just nature reacting—it was an extension of his own transformation

. And to control it, he needed to comprehend the magnitude of his ability.

However he knew it wasn’t going to be that simple, this was death after all, and it had its own thoughts.

He doubted it would just sit by and let him stop it from enjoying the death of a planet.

Know yourself, know your enemy... whatever way the saying went.

The saying was vague in his mind, but one thing was crystal clear: the key to saving this planet—and himself—lay in mastering his newfound power.

He gritted his teeth, pushing against the roaring wind.

"System!"

A transparent panel materialized before him, glowing faintly amidst the darkened surroundings:

[STATUS PANEL]

Name: Jack Wattson Aeonborn

Race: Supreme Human {Progenitor}

Blessing: Blessing from the Universe

Bloodline: Aeonborn

Existence Level: Level 1

Main Ability: DEATH lv1

Innate Abilities: Immortality, Eyes of the Universe, Luck, ????

Attributes:

Physique: 500.0 Spiritual: 500.0 Mindscape: 500.0

Element: Aeonborn

LAWS:

Fire: 5%Vitality: 3%

ABILITIES:

NEWLY AWAKENED:

[DEATH]: You are the bane of death. Your mastery over the law of death is unmatched. You control death and are death itself, only limited by energy.

Instant Death: Extinguish any life with a mere thought or gesture, bypassing any defenses or strength.

Resurrection Mastery: Revive the dead as they were, as undead servants, or as entirely new entities.

Death Sight: See how and when someone will die, with the ability to alter or confirm their fate.

Dimensional Travel: Traverse the living world, the afterlife, and spiritual realms.

Selective Mortality: Grant or revoke immortality at will or exempt someone from death temporarily or permanently.

Death Before Birth: Retroactively erase someone’s existence by causing their death before their birth.

Universal Soul Ledger: Instantly locate and know the identity and fate of every soul across dimensions and timelines.

Death’s Aura: Your presence induces existential dread, life flashes, or spontaneous demise.

[NOTE: Host will need to uncover further details through use and experience. This is merely the basics.]

Created Knowledge:

Basic Runes

Created Items:

None

[NOTE: Congratulations! You are on your journey to becoming the Last Aeonborn Heir.]

Watts blinked, his breath caught in his throat. "Holy fuck..."

His eyes scanned the abilities again. Is this what being overpowered feels like?

He could hardly process it. The power of instant death, resurrection, and even erasing someone from existence—these weren’t mere skills.

These were godlike abilities.

Yet, like his first gift, it was all limited by one crucial factor: energy. Meaning his abilities have endless potential so long as you have energy.

But before he could delve deeper into the possibilities, the sky above erupted with a deafening BOOM.

A massive lightning bolt tore through the swirling clouds, striking the ground mere meters from where he stood.

The sheer force sent him stumbling back as he fell from the nest and landed steadily on the ground, the thunderclap reverberating in his chest.

The wind intensified, screaming past him with relentless fury. It wasn’t just a storm anymore—it was a force of destruction, and he was at its epicenter.

Watts clenched his fists, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. There was no time for awe or self-pity.

He had to stop this, and fast.

The storm raged on, its fury intensifying with every passing second. Watts stumbled through the chaos, struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what he had unleashed.

His every breath felt heavy, tainted with the despair of the dying world around him.

Above, the sky churned violently, streaked with jagged bolts of lightning that illuminated the heavens in bursts of blinding light.

Ominous clouds coiled in a massive spiral, their inky black depths swirling with veins of deep crimson.

The winds howled like a thousand anguished souls, uprooting ancient trees and scattering debris like feathers.

Watts broke into a sprint, running from the heart of the storm—the epicenter of destruction that he, himself, had become.

Running to get out of the forest which stretched kilometers, dodging flying trees on the way as he made his way to the ocean at blurring speed

But as he fled, the devastation followed.

Each step he took was a death sentence. The death aura on him was so strong it was spreading to his surroundings, him as the center.

Creatures that crossed his path—birds mid-flight, squirrels scurrying for safety, even the resilient insects burrowed deep in the soil—collapsed, lifeless.

Swallowed by the dark aura that spread fom him.

Their bodies crumbled into dust before his eyes, as though their very existence had been erased.

"Stop it!" Watts screamed, his voice hoarse against the roaring gale. "I don’t want this!"

But the storm answered in kind.

A sound—a low, guttural cry—echoed through the atmosphere. It wasn’t a sound meant for mortal ears, but Watts heard it clearly.

It was the voice of the world itself, ancient and anguished, weeping for the destruction wrought upon it.

"You... who embody Death... why have you brought ruin upon us? Why do you claim the innocent?"

The voice was neither accusatory nor pleading. It simply was. And yet, it tore at Watts’s soul.

"I didn’t mean to!" he shouted into the void, stumbling over the roots of a toppled tree.

The forest around him was unrecognizable. Trees that had stood for centuries were being uprooted, their splintered trunks scattered like broken matchsticks.

The ground was littered with fallen leaves that withered and decayed in seconds. Streams and rivers boiled, their once-clear waters turning black as the life within them perished.

The storm reached the lake ahead, its calm surface rippling under the relentless wind.

As Watts approached, the water receded as if recoiling from his presence, leaving behind a cracked, desolate basin.

The fish that had once thrived in its depths floated lifeless, their silvery bodies gleaming under the flashes of lightning.

"Why can’t I stop this?!" Watts roared, tears streaming down his face as the weight of his power pressed upon him.

The storm intensified, each second dragging Watts closer to the brink of despair. The wind screamed through the shattered forest, carrying with it the faint cries of dying creatures.

Every step he took left death in his wake—a path of lifeless earth and silent bodies.

He stumbled, falling to his knees, clutching the egg in one hand as he gasped for air.

He wasn’t tired, not in the least, but the amount of deaths happening now overwhelmed him; after all, he could ’see’ and feel every death.

His heart pounded wildly, not from exertion but from the crushing weight of what was happening around him.

The cries of the world—its sorrow and fury—pounded in his ears like a relentless drumbeat.

The world was cursing at him.

"Why have you done this?"

"Why do you bring death to us all?"

"Why must we suffer for your existence?"

"I didn’t choose this!" Watts shouted into the void, his voice raw and broken. "I don’t even understand what’s happening!"

But even as he denied it, a part of him—the part touched by Death—felt a twisted satisfaction.

The chaos, the destruction, the absolute dominance of his presence—it resonated with something deep within him.

"No," he whispered, shaking his head violently. "This isn’t me. This isn’t what I want."

But the storm didn’t care.

Watts clenched his fists, sat down where he was and squeezed his eyes together, struggling to find clarity to grasp the concept of Death.

But the harder he tried, the more elusive it became.

His mind churned with fragments of understanding—Death as an end, Death as a balance, Death as a transition.

Yet none of it fit together.

It was like trying to comprehend infinity. Each time he reached for meaning, it slipped through his fingers, leaving him more lost than before.

The cries of the world grew louder, blending with the screams of dying creatures.

The storm mirrored his inner turmoil—a chaotic, unrelenting force that refused to be contained.

His vision blurred, his thoughts spiraling out of control. He could feel himself slipping, being consumed by the very power he sought to understand.

"No," he gasped, his voice barely audible. "I can’t... I won’t... lose myself to this."

Desperation clawed at him, and he closed his eyes, summoning the Eyes of the Universe.

The world shifted.

In an instant, the storm faded from his senses. He stood in a void, infinite and silent, where the only light came from countless threads of energy connecting everything.

Among them was a massive black thread, pulsating with an almost unbearable intensity.

The Law of Death.

Watts reached for it, his fingers trembling. As they brushed against the strand, a torrent of knowledge surged into his mind.

Death was not merely an end but a transition, a balance to existence itself. It wasn’t evil or good; it was a force, impartial, and absolute.

For every life taken, another could be renewed. For every death, there was meaning.

But Death demanded control. Without it, it would consume indiscriminately, as it was doing now.

The vision shattered, pulling Watts back into the storm. His eyes burned with new clarity.

The storm around him mirrored the chaos within—a raw, untamed force spiraling out of control.

The lightning struck faster now, their blinding arcs splitting the sky with deafening cracks. Winds roared like banshees, tearing apart what little remained of the forest.

The storm’s core glowed, a swirling vortex of energy pulling everything toward oblivion.

Now he knew very well that he had failed.

And this world______ was doomed.