I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Chapter 68

Watts closed his eyes, drawing in deep, measured breaths as he forced the anger coursing through him to subside.

Each inhale was deliberate, each exhale a quiet reminder of the larger picture he needed to focus on.

He couldn’t afford to lose control. Not now. Not when he had a plan in motion, a plan that could place all the hidden cities of Earth under his dominion.

Acting rashly would risk everything. The stakes were too high, the consequences too great.

He wouldn’t let a moment of blind rage unravel what he’d painstakingly set in motion.

Opening his eyes, Watts allowed the cold clarity of his resolve to settle in.

His gaze swept over the researchers in the room, his Eyes of the Universe glowing faintly as he activated their power.

His vision tunneled past their physical forms, delving into the labyrinths of their psyches, uncovering the hidden facets of their minds.

One by one, their secrets unraveled before him—dark desires, shameful memories, fears they buried even from themselves.

The seemingly composed researcher near the main console was plagued by a lifetime of guilt over a family he had betrayed.

The woman adjusting the electrodes near Layla harbored a desperate ambition to prove herself, masking the fear that she would never be enough.

The leader, the man issuing orders with an air of authority, clung to a vision of power that barely concealed a gnawing emptiness.

Watts’ lip curled in disdain.

These were the people who dared to violate the sanctity of his family, who treated Aunt Liz and Layla as nothing more than tools for their twisted experiments.

A fire burned within him, but this time it wasn’t the chaotic rage from moments ago—it was a cold, calculated anger.

They would pay for their sacred sin.

No one, absolutely no one has the right to lay a finger on his family. That is why he still harbored a grudge with Shadow.

However there was more.

They weren’t just experimenting; they were building something. Watts could see it in the fragments of their minds.

A network of power, one that stretched across the hidden cities, their research an insidious foundation for a world ruled by their design.

But that was a worry for later, for now, he had some work to do.

The researchers continued their work, blissfully unaware of the storm building around them.

Watts let them move, let them breathe, as if granting them the illusion of control.

He needed them oblivious for just a little longer.

Turning his focus back to the room, Watts prepared to do something he had never attempted before.

His Eyes of the Universe, reached out toward the very fabric of reality itself.

He had learned over the time spent in the time bubble studying his powers that these eyes were more than just eyes, but represented something greater.

A new concept he had learnt—manipulating reality itself.

It was there in the description of these eyes, they had the potential to manipulate reality, he had just not gotten the chance to use it.

This act was beyond even the most advanced understanding of power. It wasn’t a question of skill but of raw energy—an energy so vast it would have drained any mortal to their death.

But Watts wasn’t mortal. His immortality had gifted him an endless well of vitality, a limitless reservoir that he had never truly tapped into.

Well, until recently.

For a brief moment, doubt crept into his mind.

Manipulating reality wasn’t just a feat of power—it was a gamble with the unknown. What if the tether he was forming snapped mid-transit?

What if, in saving his family, he disrupted the very fabric of their existence? His immortality might protect him, but his actions could cost them everything.

They weren’t immortal like him after all, to say the least, they weren’t superhumans at all.

But then again he remembered the words of his sister, which she had actually copied from a movie.

"Life doesn’t give you much of a choice, but it is the choices that you make that make you stronger."

Remembering the consequences of he fails, he determined he couldn’t fail. No matter what.

Closing his eyes once more, Watts focused.

He envisioned Aunt Liz and Layla, their exact forms, their energy, their essence.

Willing them to be drawn into the Literal Realm, away from the clutches of those who sought to harm them.

The effort required was immense. He felt the pull, a draining sensation that seemed to tug at his very existence.

The air around him shimmered, rippling as his vitality poured into the act.

Watts’ eyes gleamed a radiant gold, the light spilling from them like molten fire as his powerful aura began to envelop him.

Though he radiated an energy potent enough to bend reality itself, the peculiar stillness of the Literal Realm ensured that no one in the physical world could sense him.

He was a ghost among the living, untouchable and unseen, his presence erased from existence as far as the researchers were concerned.

Though he could feel the connection taking shape, a tether forming between the two realms.

But just as he was about to complete the act, a sense of unease crept over him.

His Eyes, still attuned to the world beyond the immediate room, flicked toward the walls.

A frown etched itself onto his face. Something lay beyond the confines of this laboratory, something he hadn’t noticed before.

Watts’ focus wavered for a moment, the shimmering energy around him dimming slightly.

What he saw beyond those walls filled him with an unexpected mixture of curiosity and excitement.

He frowned, his gaze shifting as the Eyes of the Universe sharpened their focus.

Something was behind the room where his family was held, just beyond the thick walls that contained the laboratory.

Allowing his vision to extend, he peered through the barriers as though they were no more substantial than a curtain.

What he saw made him pause.

In a room adjacent to the lab were eighteen young girls, likely in their mid-teens, sitting on the cold, unyielding floor.

The air around them was heavy with an oppressive silence, and their expressions told a story of quiet suffering.

Some of the girls huddled together, their faces etched with fear and uncertainty, glancing nervously at the locked door.

Others seemed resigned, their eyes distant, as though they had long since retreated into their minds to escape their grim reality.

A few sat expressionless, staring blankly into the space in front of them, their spirits seemingly dulled by whatever horrors they had endured.

The sight sent a pang through Watts’ chest, though he kept his emotions carefully in check.

A group of girls, young and seemingly in their teens, huddled together in the center of the room, that was not a sight one would want to see.

There were 18 of them, their postures and expressions revealing a mixture of emotions.

Some sat with their knees drawn to their chests, fear etched into their faces as they cast wary glances toward the locked door.

Others leaned against the walls with resigned expressions, their eyes vacant, as though they had long since given up hope.

A few remained utterly expressionless, their faces like masks that betrayed nothing of the turmoil beneath.

Watts’ frown deepened. He didn’t need to be a genius to understand what this was.

Test subjects.

The thought made his stomach turn.

Yet, as disturbing as the sight was, it wasn’t what held his attention. Among the girls, one stood out.

She was sitting apart from the rest, her knees pulled up to her chest and her head bowed slightly.

At first glance, she looked no different from the others, her small frame curled defensively, her long hair cascading down to shield her face.

Yet within her, Watts sensed something... potent. Something raw and powerful, dormant but undeniable.

It was as if an ember of unimaginable energy lay buried deep within her, waiting for the right moment to ignite.

There was no doubt—this girl wasn’t ordinary.

Her aura was different, even from the Literal Realm where all life seemed muted and distant.

Something powerful, something dormant, lay within her. It was subtle, buried deep, but undeniable.

But before he could analyze further, Nova’s chirping pulled him from his thoughts.

The little bird-like companion darted from his mindscape, flitting through the Literal Realm in excited circles. She chirped incessantly, her tone filled with unrestrained enthusiasm.

Watts sighed, his glowing eyes flicking toward the girl as Nova continued her exuberant display.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," he muttered, his voice carrying a rare note of exasperation. "Now stop bugging me."

But even as he spoke, his gaze lingered on the girl. She was seated quietly on the floor, her legs folded beneath her and her hands resting in her lap.

Her face was calm, almost serene, but there was something in her eyes—a faint flicker of awareness, as though she could sense more than the others could.

Watts didn’t know what it was that she carried, nor why Nova was so eager about her.

Nova, undeterred, let out a series of jubilant chirps and zipped closer to the girl in question through the literal realm, her movements erratic but filled with purpose.

Watts could feel her excitement through their bond—she wanted this girl to come with them.

He allowed himself a small shake of the head, though his frown deepened as his thoughts turned inward.

Whatever it was within this girl, Nova wasn’t wrong about its significance.