I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Chapter 62

The sun hung low over the horizon, casting a fiery glow across the shore.

Watts landed a short distance from the port, his suit retracting into a compact form before vanishing entirely, leaving him in a simple yet sharp ensemble that blended in effortlessly.

He walked with calm precision, his gaze sweeping the surroundings as he approached the main reception terminal.

The port was a maze of towering shipping containers painted with logos in half-faded Mandarin and Cyrillic, their metallic surfaces glinting in the last fiery rays of the sun.

The rhythmic sound of waves lapping against the docks blended with the distant hum of machinery and voices calling out instructions.

Seagulls wheeled overhead, their cries sharp and piercing against the backdrop of this industrial hive.

However, inside, the air was cooler, the space organized with polished counters and automated kiosks that glowed faintly under the dim lighting.

Looking all around, he made his way on as he gazed at the shipments, the labour workers, the cranes, and many more outside.

The cacophony of noises, the excitement, the boredness, the impatience, everything on the port he could get.

But it brought him a semblance of peace and humor. It was these moments that reminded him of his humanity.

A middle-aged woman with neatly styled blonde hair stood behind the main counter, tapping away on a sleek terminal.

Watts approached and greeted briefly, slipping the ID of the hidden city he had just obtained towards her.

She looked up at him, her gaze flicking to the ID card he slid across the counter.

Her reaction was subtle but telling. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked him over, taking in his unassuming demeanor.

For a moment, her polished professional mask slipped, revealing a flicker of surprise before she quickly regained composure.

"One moment," she said, her voice measured but not entirely steady. She turned and called into the back room, her tone sharper now.

"Zane, come here, please."

A moment later, a younger man, tall and dressed in a crisp uniform, stepped out from behind the curtain separating the reception area from the restricted zones.

"Take him." the old woman commanded.

And without a word, the young man gestured for Watts to follow.

Watts offered the barest nod of acknowledgment to the old lady as he retrieved his ID, following the attendant silently down a long corridor with polished floors and minimalist décor.

The blonde receptionist looked at the receding back of Watts, and the moment he was out of her sight, she bent down a little, reaching for a hidden compartment in her desk.

Retrieving a barner phone, she dialed a number quickly.

"He was just here," she said tersely, her tone laced with urgency.

The other side seemed to tell her somethings, after a few seconds she continued.

"Understood. I won’t say a word," she whispered before hanging up.

However from the start, Watts heard her loud and clear, her voice, though hushed, was clear to Watts’ advanced hearing.

Watts tilted his head slightly as he walked, instructing Black box to intercept and trace the call.

Through his neural interface, he felt the AI leap into action.

"Tracing," Blackbox replied in its precise tone.

"Blackbox?" he murmured, his voice so low it was imperceptible to anyone but the AI.

"The call originated from a facility buried in the Sahara Desert," Blackbox reported. "Attempting to retrieve additional..... connection lost. The phone is no longer transmitting."

And of course Watts could hear the faint click as the call ended. He expression remained neutral, but his thoughts churned.

A hidden facility in the Sahara? Interesting. He felt no urgency to act on the discovery now. He’d gotten a lead, and that was enough.

"Maintain vigilance," he instructed Blackbox mentally. "I don’t want any surprises."

"Understood," came the AI’s response.

The corridor they walked through was stark and utilitarian, its white walls broken only by the occasional door marked with cryptic symbols.

The young attendant glanced at Watts occasionally but said nothing, his posture stiff and formal.

Watts followed, his own steps silent, every detail of the surroundings stored effortlessly in his memory.

He moved as though entirely at ease, but beneath the surface, he was prepared for anything.

Whether this was a routine process or something more intricate, he wasn’t about to let his guard down.

The corridor stretched ahead, and Watts’ mind sharpened, ready for whatever lay beyond.

As Watts continued down the sterile corridor, something shifted.

A subtle hum filled the air, almost imperceptible, and a faint distortion rippled across his peripheral vision. His steps slowed slightly, though his expression remained impassive.

"Blackbox, atmospheric anomaly," he muttered under his breath.

"Detecting minor spatial fluctuations," the AI replied. "Unregistered frequencies in the electromagnetic spectrum."

Watts activated the Eyes of the Universe—an ability that allowed him to uncover hidden layers of reality, and analyzed complex phenomena.

His vision transformed, overlaying the ordinary hallway with an intricate lattice of energy patterns.

Ahead, the air shimmered like water disturbed by a stone, revealing an immense, nearly 50-meter-thick barrier.

It pulsed in waves, each ripple a fusion of light and energy so tightly woven that it resembled the structure of living cells.

It was brilliant and mesmerizing, like staring into the veins of a star.

To the naked eye, it would appear as nothing more than the continuation of the corridor.

A normal person would pass through without the faintest sense of disruption.

However, the barrier held a dual function: for those without clearance, it was an illusion that let them phase seamlessly to the other side, never realizing they had crossed anything.

However, for someone with the card to the hidden city, it was something far more sophisticated.

"Teleportation array," Watts murmured, as he followed the young man, Zane.

The faint buzz against his skin was electric, almost alive, confirming his suspicions before Black box even chimed in.

Every wave of energy worked in concert with biometric scans embedded in the card passes.

Upon verification, the array would disassemble the physical body and reassemble it in an entirely different location, a process so seamless it was as if no time had passed.

Watts narrowed his eyes, noting the faint flicker of machinery behind the waves.

"A failsafe for unauthorized entry," he thought. The barrier would likely scramble anything unapproved into a molecular mist.

Efficient.

Ruthless.

"Proceed," Blackbox urged. "Barrier deemed safe."

Though the notification came too late as he had already analyzed everything to it end.

As they moved, the field felt closer, its presence almost sentient. His pass vibrated faintly in his pocket as they stepped into the shimmering waves.

The world twisted.

It was instantaneous yet surreal, as if his body had been stretched into infinity and compressed into a single atom all at once.

When the distortion faded, he found himself in an entirely different environment.

Watts blinked, recalibrating his senses, and his eyes widened slightly at the sight before him.

They stood in a vast underground complex bustling with activity. The air was damp, filled with the faint scent of salt and machinery.

Tubes of transparent alloy—some as wide as freight trains, others narrow enough for single passengers—dominated the space.

They snaked in every direction, suspended in mid-air by glowing blue supports that pulsed faintly like breathing veins. The tubes extended into dark tunnels, disappearing into the unknown.

The floor beneath him was polished steel, gleaming with moisture from the ocean water that seemed to flow beneath translucent grates.

Workers in sleek uniforms bustled about, some directing travelers, others monitoring glowing terminals embedded in walls.

Above them, holographic displays projected data about departure times, destinations, and security protocols.

The tubes were alive with motion.

Travelers, many with the unmistakable aura of superhumans, entered cylindrical pods that zipped into the ocean-facing tunnels with incredible speed.

The pods glided soundlessly, their translucent shells revealing glimpses of passengers seated comfortably inside.

Each pod was an engineering marvel, its walls lined with soft light that bathed its occupants in a serene glow.

Watts scanned the scene, his analytical mind piecing together the system’s intricacies.

The tubes operated on a magnetic propulsion system, using the surrounding seawater as both a buffer and a coolant.

The pods’ speed was staggering; they could traverse hundreds of kilometers in minutes.

"This is the only way in," he thought, marveling at the brilliance of the setup.

The hidden city lay in the heart of the Pacific and Atlantic intersection, unreachable by conventional means.

Submarine or aircraft entry was impossible due to layers of defense systems embedded in the ocean floor.

These tubes, however, provided a controlled, secure passage.

Watts’ attention shifted to the people around him.

Travelers ranged from sharply dressed business magnates to casual wanderers, each carrying the unmistakable confidence of those who had evolved beyond ordinary humanity.

The workers moved with practiced efficiency, their movements precise as they managed the flow of people and data.

Above it all, faint beams of light from the ocean surface filtered through the translucent ceiling, casting rippling patterns that danced across the walls.

The effect was mesmerizing, as if the entire structure were a living, breathing organism.

Watts allowed himself a moment to take it all in. Despite everything he had seen and done, this sight was impressive.

"Quite the entrance," he mused, though a flicker of unease shadowed his admiration.

Even with his experience, the meticulous design hinted at sophistication too vast for even him to grasp fully.