I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Chapter 54

A/N: I have made a little clarification about the change in his abilities so for those who might want to know more, please re-read Chapter 47.

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Watts slowly stepped into the room, his eyes steadily studying everybody inside with the precision of a predator.

The moment he entered though, the once rowdy room turned silent as everyone inside turned to look at the intruder.

At this moment, everyone was trying to pry into the young man inside not knowing they had all been seen through to the last secrets.

The room he entered stood in stark contrast to the rest of the cathedral.

Circular and cavernous, its high walls were lined with shelves crammed with crumbling tomes and arcane artifacts.

The faint glow of enchanted symbols etched into the stone lent the air a cold, otherworldly hue.

In the center stood a round table of dark wood, its surface polished to a mirror-like finish.

Twelve high-backed chairs were arranged around it, each occupied by a figure cloaked in varying degrees of shadow and light.

The atmosphere was charged, the weight of unspoken judgments pressing against Watts like an invisible hand. He could feel their eyes on him, scrutinizing every detail, every movement.

"He’s punctual," one said, their tone sarcastic. "That’s something."

"Punctuality won’t matter if he’s as reckless as they say," another sneered.

Watts didn’t flinch under their scrutiny, his expression unreadable.

He stood tall, his presence commanding despite the deliberate omission of a seat for him. He had expected as much—this wasn’t a gathering of equals.

Nova chirped, the sound cutting through the tension like a knife. Several heads turned toward the small bird, their expressions ranging from mild curiosity to outright irritation.

"Is that... a bird?" one of them asked, their voice incredulous.

Watts allowed himself a faint smirk. "Her name is Nova," he said, his voice calm but firm.

Another figure, seated directly across from him, leaned back with a chuckle. "Of course he’d bring a pet. He’s always been unconventional."

In the time that Watts had spent studying extensively about all his abilities, the Eyes of the Universe were just one of the few that he had discovered to be very useful yet had been underused.

The description said they could see through anything, and just how much they could see through was up to the user.

Now every single history of any target would be seen through, the thoughts, strength and weaknesses and many more.

So the moment Watts had entered the room, he had activated these eyes, so he now know pretty much everything about everyone here. He knew there secretes, their powers their secretes and what they were thinking instantly.

’How convenient,’ he thought.

All it took was a single glance from him and all that information would be fed to his brain, lucky him he had a super brain which had significantly grown overtime with his race.

And now looking at these people, he smiled a little. Things were going to be really interesting.

Though something to note about the room was that every chair had a number behind it, he could see the numbers on the chairs whose backs were facing him where he stood.

As for the others that faced away from him, his eyesight could bend, the principle that light travels in a straight line no longer worked on him.

The biggest chair had a number 1 behind it, and the numbers ran up to 12.

He figured it must be the hierarchy around here, plus from the information he got on them just now, these were members of the order that were trusted to control activities in the normal world.

These were the big 12 in the normal world, but in truth, these were just low ranking members that were a bit favored as this job held some little prestige.

And although their faces were covered by shadows, he could see them just fine.

"You were told to come in 12 hours Jack, but it seems you really are desperate," said the one on seat number 1 with a smirk.

He looked to be in his 30s though Watts knew he was like 280 years old, and he was the only level 3 in the room.

Level 3 at this age was slightly above average, which is why he was made leader of this small group.

"Oh don’t mind me Knel Avanzon, you guys can continue with your little meeting, I will be here waiting, no pressure." Watts smiled at them.

One of them finally spoke, their voice calm but edged with condescension. "Bold words for someone standing alone."

Watts’ eyes narrowed, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Alone? Trust me, you wouldn’t want to test that theory."

Nova chirped again, her tiny voice somehow defiant, and Watts could swear she puffed her chest out a little

He walked to one corner of the room and with a flicker of runes, the wall and the floor churned like boiling water and then formed into a big chair that reeked of regal air.

Without smiled and sat down with a crossed leg looking at the tense people in the room with a calm smile.

Of course he had used a name for a reason, calling out the leaders true name showed them that he knew more about them than what they were comfortable with.

They had thought they would have the upper had in this meeting and that was what he wanted to remove from their minds, he wanted them to take this seriously, he wanted to extort them.

Watts leaned back in his conjured chair, tapping a finger lazily against the armrest.

"You have fascinating secrets," he said, his tone almost bored, but the words landed like a challenge in the charged room.

The leader, number 1, narrowed his eyes. "You think this is a game?"

Watts smiled faintly.

"Not at all. I know why I’m here. Your plan? Intimidation. You thought threats to my family would push me into compliance. Clever, except for one oversight."

He leaned forward, locking eyes with the leader. "They’re untouchable."

The room stiffened, the weight of his words sinking in.

Acting as if he was thinking about his answer more, using his fingers to rub his chin with a thoughtful expression.

Nova chirped excitedly and mimicked him, using her wing to rub her chin. The sight of a man and his bird both feigning deep thought was undeniably comical.

Watts glanced at her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You’re mocking me, aren’t you?"

Nova chirped innocently, the perfect picture of feigned ignorance.

"Alright, which fucker has been ratting us out," number 11 banged his fists on the table and shouted looking around the table.

Everyone else also looked around in suspicion.

"Maybe it’s number 6, she’s been acting weird lately," number 8, a middle aged woman with heavy make up pointed at another woman.

Watts observes silently as the accusations fly, filing away every reaction, every flicker of unease. Finally, he speaks, his voice calm and deliberate.

"Interesting theory," Watts murmured, tilting his head toward number 8.

"Although, if we’re naming suspects, I might consider someone who’s been frequenting the bars on the edge of the normal world recently. Meeting someone who... doesn’t sit at this table."

Number 8’s face paled, her haughty demeanor slipping for just a moment.

He let the silence stretch, his gaze sweeping over the others. "Or perhaps someone who’s been funneling resources out of the Order’s vaults under the guise of ’special projects.’"

"This bitch, trying to transfer the blame? Am sure you were meeting with him to be fucked as you fed him information and he fed you his...." number 6 retaliated.

Though before she could complete her venomous grumblings, Watts cut her out.

"Woah woah woah, now I will have to stop you there, no way I could go for such an old hag. She was going there to meet number 2 and 4." Watts said in disgust.

"You mother fucker, who are you calling an old hag," number 8 shouted. But before she could continue.

"Oh, how typical of you, number 8," number 6 hissed, her tone venomous, though a flicker of fear betrayed her confidence.

"Frequenting the bars, flaunting yourself. Did you think no one would notice you whispering secrets over cheap cocktails?"

Number 8 rolled her eyes, inspecting her nails as if bored.

"Spare me the theatrics. You’re just upset your husband found better company, darling. Perhaps you should work on your charm—what little of it you have left."

Across the table, number 4 stiffened. "I—That’s not true. I was—"

"Save it, number 4," number 6 snapped, her eyes blazing as she leaned toward him. "You reek of guilt. Tell me, was it worth betraying your wife for that aging harlot?"

Number 4 stammered, looking anywhere but at his furious wife.

According to what Watts had gotten, number 6 was a wife to 4, but then number 4 was seduced by the ’old hag’ number 8, which is why they mostly went to bars in the normal world secretly.

Number 4 thought he was lucky, but whenever he went away, number 8 would go to meet up with number 2, another married man.

A bitch indeed.

"What? Of course not. Why would I do that?" number 4 replied to 6, acting hurt.

"You were going out with number 4 too?" number 2 confronted number 8 who only kept quiet in embarrassment.

For a moment, these four clawed at each other, even others getting involved as some other scandals for number 11 and 3 were also brought to light.

Watts just sat there and enjoyed the show. However, as the show was getting interesting, the leader cut it down.

"Silence." he commanded.