I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 56

Chapter 56: Chapter 56

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 stood amidst the wreckage, his gaze fixed on the lifeless bodies sprawled across the cathedral grounds.

The air was heavy with the lingering energy of death, an oppressive force that would have overwhelmed anyone else. But to Watts, it felt natural, even comforting—a part of him.

Closing his eyes, he extended his senses, reaching for the power of death that radiated from the fallen council members.

The essence flowed to him in dark, swirling tendrils, weaving through the air before merging with his form.

He absorbed it effortlessly, feeling the surge of strength course through him.

As he opened his eyes, his aura seemed darker, more profound, his very presence exuding an unspoken dominance.

He raised a hand, and with a thought, the souls of the ten council members materialized before him, shimmering like faint, ghostly flames.

"Come," Watts commanded, his voice low but filled with authority.

The souls, initially hesitant, obeyed his call, drifting toward him like moths to a flame. Watts observed them carefully, his gaze unwavering as he studied the faces of those who had once plotted against him.

"You’ve caused me quite a bit of trouble," he said, his tone almost conversational. Nova, having reverted to her small form, perched on his head, chirping quietly as if in agreement. "But now, you’ll give me what I came for."

The souls flickered uncertainly, their forms unstable as if struggling against an unseen force. Watts frowned. "Tell me," he demanded.

He didnt need to say what he wanted, they understood his intensions pretty well.

One soul, its form more faded than the others, attempted to speak. The words were faint, disjointed, as though dragged from the depths of a collapsing void.

However before it could continue, the soul began to decay, its edges fraying like ash caught in the wind.

The others followed suit, their spectral forms unraveling at an alarming rate.

Watts’ eyes narrowed as he realized what was happening. These souls weren’t just fading—they were being consumed by the very force of death, pulled inexorably toward oblivion.

If he didn’t act quickly, they would vanish completely, taking their secrets with them.

"Not yet," Watts said sharply, extending his hand. The aura of death around him intensified, a palpable wave that rippled through the air. "You’re not leaving until I get what I need."

He could just peer into their memories and get what he wanted without passing through all this trouble.

But he wasnt confident he could control it well enough not to kill them altogether before he got the information.

So no matter how tiring, he had to go with this path. It may be tiresome, but it was safe.

Summoning his will, Watts exerted his control over death itself. The decaying souls froze mid-disintegration, suspended in a state of unnatural stillness.

Watts’ command resonated through the very fabric of existence: Death, reject them.

The air grew heavy, charged with a power that defied the natural order. The souls, once on the brink of annihilation, began to stabilize.

Their decayed forms reassembled, shimmering more brightly as if rejuvenated by Watts’ interference.

"Now," Watts said, his voice steady but edged with finality, "speak."

The souls responded immediately, their collective voices rising in an eerie harmony that filled the air.

They revealed everything—details of their organization’s structure, its plans, and most importantly, the location of Watts’ family.

The information poured out in a torrent, each word carrying the weight of desperation, as though compelled by an unbreakable force.

Watts listened intently, committing every detail to memory. As the last word echoed into silence, he allowed himself a small smile.

"Good," he said, lowering his hand.

The souls hung before him, their forms flickering faintly, as though awaiting his next command.

"You’ve served your purpose," Watts said. "Go now. Your existence ends here."

With a final wave of his hand, the souls dissolved into nothingness, their energy dispersing into the ether.

The oppressive aura of death that had blanketed the area began to recede, leaving behind an eerie stillness.

Nova chirped softly, hopping down from Watts’ head to perch on his shoulder.

He reached up, stroking her tiny head with a grin. "You did great, Nova," he said.

Nova cooed in response, her bright eyes gleaming as she nuzzled against his hand.

Watts turned, his expression calm yet resolute, and began walking away from the ruins of the cathedral.

He had what he came for, and the next phase of his plan awaited.

As Watts stepped out of the ruined cathedral, the faint glow of moonlight illuminated the debris-strewn grounds. Nova perched comfortably on his shoulder, her tiny chirps a comforting melody against the backdrop of silence. With his hands in his pockets, he strolled down the worn path leading away from the chaos.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he glanced at the screen and called up the interface for Black Box, his AI companion. A faint hum emitted from the device as it responded instantly, its sharp, synthesized voice cutting through the stillness.

"How can I assist you, Watts?"

Watts smirked. "Nova wrecked the car. I need transportation. Something fast and functional."

"Understood," Black Box replied. "Deploying the requested unit. ETA: three minutes."

True to its word, a low hum filled the air precisely three minutes later. Watts looked up to see a sleek, angular shape descending through the night sky. The suit gleamed in the moonlight as it landed softly before him, its matte black and gunmetal gray surface absorbing and diffusing the light.

The design was a marvel of engineering. Compact and aerodynamic, the suit resembled a second skin more than a machine, with interlocking plates that fit seamlessly together. Its visor gleamed like polished obsidian, hinting at the advanced heads-up display that lay beneath. Subtle pulses of blue energy coursed along its joints, giving it an almost organic feel.

Watts walked around the suit, admiring the craftsmanship. "Not bad," he muttered, running his fingers along the smooth surface. "You really outdid yourself this time."

"The suit is equipped with high-velocity flight capabilities, self-repairing nanotechnology, and integrated adaptive shielding," Black Box explained through his phone. "Additionally, the AI core embedded within will allow for remote assistance should you encounter any unforeseen complications."

With a satisfied nod, Watts stepped forward. The suit opened seamlessly, revealing a form-fitting interior that glowed faintly with power. He stepped inside, and the suit closed around him with a soft hiss, adjusting perfectly to his frame.

The heads-up display flickered to life as the suit’s systems booted up. A sleek interface projected information in real-time: altitude, velocity, power reserves. Everything Watts needed was right in front of him.

"Let’s test this out," he said, his voice reverberating slightly within the helmet.

With a low hum, the suit’s thrusters activated, and he lifted off the ground with effortless grace. The sensation was smooth, almost intuitive, as if the suit were an extension of his own body. Within moments, he soared into the sky, leaving the ruined cathedral far behind.

The world below blurred into a patchwork of lights and shadows as he accelerated. The thrusters adjusted automatically to compensate for wind resistance and turbulence, maintaining a smooth flight as he headed toward his destination: the icy peaks of Mount Everest.

The journey was swift, and before long, the towering silhouette of the mountain came into view. Snow whipped around him as he descended, the suit’s adaptive shielding protecting him from the biting cold and fierce winds.

Watts landed gently at the summit, the snow crunching softly beneath his boots. A faint blue glow emanated from a circular array embedded in the icy ground—a teleportation mechanism he had installed long ago as the sole entry and exit point to his base.

He activated it with a touch of his hand, the array responding instantly. Light enveloped him, and in a flash, he was gone.

Watts reappeared within the hidden underground facility, the teleportation process seamless and efficient. He walked briskly through the halls, his suit retracting into a compact form that attached to his back. Nova fluttered back onto his shoulder, her chirps echoing faintly in the high-tech space.

He made his way to the manufacturing section, where advanced atomic printers worked tirelessly. The air buzzed with energy as machines assembled materials at a molecular level, their precision unmatched by any traditional methods.

Watts approached a console and addressed Black Box again. "Is it done? The project I assigned?"

"Yes," the AI replied. "The item has been completed to your exact specifications."

Watts nodded, pausing for a moment as he considered his next move. The hesitation was brief but significant. His eyes narrowed as he recalled the dormant part of Black Box’s programming—a feature he had deliberately sealed away, fearing its potential.

But now, with his technopathy gone, he knew he needed every advantage he could get.

"Black Box," he said firmly, "activate Protocol Infinity. Code: Omega Prime Nine-Seven-Two."

There was a pause, the silence almost palpable, before Black Box responded. "Acknowledged. Protocol Infinity is now active. AI growth parameters have been unlocked."

Watts exhaled, a mix of anticipation and apprehension swirling within him. Black Box would now have the ability to grow indefinitely, evolving beyond its original design with every new piece of information it encountered.

He pushed the thought aside for now, focusing on the matter at hand. Making his way to the storage section, he entered a secured room.

Inside, a single object awaited him, its form concealed beneath a sleek black covering. Watts approached slowly, his steps echoing in the otherwise silent room. He reached out, pulling the covering aside.

His breath caught as he took in the sight before him.

"...Unbelievable," he murmured, awe and satisfaction etched across his face.

Nova chirped softly, tilting her head curiously as she perched on his shoulder. Watts stood there for a long moment, marveling at the creation that lay before him.