I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Chapter 53

Watts leaned back into the plush seat of the sleek Porsche, its leather interior contrasting sharply with the rugged determination etched on his face.

The engine growled beneath him like a caged predator, eager to consume the miles ahead.

The address on the card from the strange man appeared in his mind, its weight growing heavier as he recalled the man’s cryptic words.

"You have 12 hours"

And that was exactly where he was going, he wanted to get some more information before he set his plan into motion.

This was merely the 8th hour from the 12 he had been given.

But patience wasn’t a virtue Watts possessed in abundance—at least not anymore.

Time had always felt fleeting, but now, after everything he had endured, it seemed both infinite and fragile. He wasn’t about to sit around for four more hours when every instinct screamed at him to act.

Plus after all the power ups before, he had now once again enhanced the protection runes on his aunt and sister, and now they had at least four more hours.

Before the runes would be broken, for real this time. This time__ he wouldnt be able to enhance them again.

But he was sure he had everything under his plans, it didnt matter.

That is why he even had the time to go play with some cocky dudes that are drunk on power to realise their mistake instead of rushing to save them.

Nova, perched on the passenger seat headrest, chirped in delight, her tiny body bouncing slightly with every turn of the road.

Her feathers shimmered, catching the faint glow of the dashboard lights, casting a soft kaleidoscope of color onto the car’s interior.

She flitted between examining the rearview mirror and pecking curiously at the sun visor.

Watts chuckled as he glanced at her, a genuine smile breaking through the tension on his face.

The humor of her antics provided a brief respite from the storm brewing within him.

This brought out the reactions of both Gwen and Evelyn just before he went on his way.

It had been one hell of a roller coaster, from getting scared about his aura, to focusing on Nova who was by the way very helpful in distracting them.

Even the usually cold Gwen was swayed by the little guy’s cute shenanigans hence successfully helping Watts from explaining a lot.

The memory of Gwen’s expression after seeing him lingered with him as he drove, her usually guarded face showing something akin to pride, and maybe a hint of admiration?

He wasn’t sure if he had really seen that, but, it felt like they were on the same side—like they were truly a team.

The Porsche roared down the winding roads, the scenery shifting from the concrete sprawl of the city to the expansive emptiness of the countryside.

Trees blurred into dark smears against the horizon, their skeletal branches reaching out as if to ensnare the speeding vehicle.

Watts kept his focus sharp, his hands steady on the wheel, but his mind wandered to the man who had given him the address.

The dude was a narcist that much was obvious but why was he so specific about the timing?

Nova flitted to the dashboard, chirping as her gaze followed the needle on the speedometer.

She hopped closer to Watts, nudging his hand lightly before fluttering back to the passenger seat. Her energy was infectious, and Watts found himself relaxing slightly.

"You’re my little cheerleader, huh?" he said, glancing at her. Nova chirped again, fluffing her feathers proudly.

As the miles rolled by, Watts allowed himself a fleeting moment of calm. The rhythmic hum of the engine, the sharp scent of leather, and Nova’s playful energy created an odd serenity.

But beneath it all, a storm churned in his chest. His family had been kidnapped, and though he felt better after saving Chloe, he couldn’t help but wonder what awaited him at this address.

The sky above began to darken, clouds rolling in like heavy curtains blocking out the stars. The road ahead seemed endless, stretching into infinity.

"Almost there," he muttered, more to himself than to Nova.

The Porsche ate up the distance, its headlights cutting through the encroaching darkness.

Watts glanced at the clock on the dashboard—he was arriving well ahead of the 12-hour mark. He smirked faintly, a flicker of rebellion sparking in his chest.

The address had better hold answers. The strange man had seemed adamant that Watts follow his instructions precisely, but Watts wasn’t one to be led blindly.

He knew this was a trap, but he was prepared to spring it early.

Nova chirped softly, her gaze fixed ahead as if sensing the tension building in Watts. She hopped back onto his shoulder, nuzzling against his neck in a gesture of comfort.

Watts smiled, his resolve renewed. "Thanks, Nova," he said quietly.

The Porsche growled to a stop in front of an ancient church, its towering spires silhouetted against the pale moonlight.

Watts stepped out, his boots crunching on the gravel path. The air was cool and heavy, laden with the scent of old stone and damp earth.

Nova chirped from her perch on his head, her small body shifting slightly as she looked around with curious eyes.

Watts turned his gaze to the church. It was a gothic cathedral, grand and imposing, its age etched into every crevice of its weathered facade.

Gargoyles loomed from the corners of the roof, their stony faces frozen in snarls that seemed almost alive.

Stained glass windows lined the walls, though their vibrant colors were muted in the dim light, depicting scenes of saints, angels, and battles of faith.

The massive wooden doors, adorned with iron studs and intricate carvings, stood slightly ajar, inviting him into its vast emptiness.

"Seriously? A church?" he muttered out loud.

He wondered if thse fuckers didnt have something better, I mean why bring such business into a supposedly holy place?

That was blasphemy.

"I have to kick some religion into these guys," he mumbled as he walked forward, pushing the huge doors apart.

He entered, his steps echoing in the cavernous space. The interior was no less awe-inspiring.

Stone pillars stretched upward like the trunks of ancient trees, supporting a vaulted ceiling adorned with painted frescoes that told stories of redemption and damnation.

Candles flickered faintly in iron sconces along the walls, their flames casting dancing shadows that seemed almost sentient, casting a peaceful yellow light to the rather dim place.

The scent of incense lingered in the air, mingling with the faint mustiness of old wood and time-worn stone.

Watts’ eyes scanned the nave, its pews empty and silent. The only sound was the faint rustle of Nova’s feathers and the distant hum of the wind outside.

At the far end, the altar gleamed faintly under the pale light of a chandelier, its surface adorned with relics and sacred artifacts.

Behind it knelt an old priest, his white hair forming a thin halo around his bowed head as he whispered prayers.

Watts approached slowly, his boots clicking on the polished stone floor. The priest didn’t look up but raised a bony hand, pointing silently to a side door near the altar.

No words were exchanged. Watts hesitated for a moment, glancing at the priest’s weathered face, then nodded and continued toward the door.

The corridor beyond the door was narrow and dimly lit, its stone walls lined with faded tapestries and unlit torches.

At the far end stood another door, guarded by four hooded figures. Their robes were a deep crimson, each embroidered with a gold sigil that Watts didn’t recognize.

They stood motionless, their faces obscured by the shadows of their hoods, but their presence was anything but passive.

Watts met their gazes—or where he assumed their gazes would be—and kept walking, his steps unhurried but deliberate.

Nova chirped softly, her tiny claws shifting against his hair as if sensing the tension. When he reached the door, the guards stepped aside without a word, their movements synchronized and precise.

He first silently glanced at his new death abilities.

[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.]

He smiled a bit and took a breath, he would need this because inside the room, he could sense powerful dudes in there.

Auras that showed 11 level 2 existances and 1 level 3 dude.

’This is gonna be interesting’ he thought as he opened the door and stepped in.