I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Chapter 69

Watts’ thoughts churned like a storm, his aura pulsing faintly as the truth settled over him.

These people of the Order, this so-called organization—they had no respect for life.

None at all.

Their actions were ruthless, their methods barbaric, and their moral compass nonexistent.

He took a deep breath, sifting through the fragmented memories he’d taken from the Council of the Order.

The Paragons are the governing force of the hidden cities, powerful beings who work to maintain order and balance in the chaotic, secretive world beyond mortal perception.

Watts’ memories painted them as regal, commanding, and, above all, unyielding in their mission to keep the hidden cities and the colonies around the galaxy thriving.

They stood as symbols of unity and strength, pillars that supported a fragile peace.

But the Order had risen as their nemesis.

The memories revealed the origins of this insidious organization.

The Order had started as a rebellion—a gathering of disillusioned, powerful individuals who rejected the Paragons’ authority.

They believed the Paragons’ strength bred complacency, their governance stifled progress, and their rule amounted to little more than tyranny wrapped in benevolence.

The Order wasn’t lacking in strong individuals; in fact, some of its members rivaled the Paragons in might.

They struck from the shadows, destabilizing the Paragons’ work through suicide missions, kidnappings, and targeted destruction.

Their ways were brutal, but Watts couldn’t deny their efficiency.

From the fragmented memories, he saw their tactics—swift, devastating, and surgical in their precision.

The Order had sown fear even among the most resilient of the Paragons, forcing them to devote resources and time to constant vigilance.

Now, Watts understood them on a personal level.

It was one thing to know of their methods in abstract terms and another to witness their handiwork firsthand.

This facility wasn’t just a laboratory—it was a grotesque monument to their depravity.

The rows of cells, the huddled test subjects, the cold indifference of the researchers—all of it painted a picture far worse than any memory could convey.

His gaze drifted upward, taking in the layered structure of the facility. It wasn’t just the single room he’d seen.

Through his Eyes of the Universe, the layout of the place unfolded like a map in his mind.

Three main floors rose above ground level, a labyrinth of work areas and rest spaces where researchers moved about, each floor meticulously designed to compartmentalize the horrors within.

Below them, the basement stretched out—a dark, sprawling dungeon where the air reeked of misery.

Watts’ jaw tightened as he identified the life forces within. The entire facility housed over 400 subjects, all held in varying states of captivity.

Each life flickered faintly in his perception, a testament to their suffering and exhaustion.

He couldn’t leave them.

The thought of walking away, of teleporting his family to safety while leaving hundreds to endure whatever twisted experiments the Order had planned, turned his stomach.

No matter how determined he was to rescue Aunt Liz and Layla, he couldn’t let this place continue its atrocities.

The faces of the girls he’d seen, their haunting expressions of fear and resignation, would follow him for eternity.

He couldn’t just leave them here. No way he would do that. It would hung on his conscious for the rest of his miserably endless life, he is immortal after all.

Looking around the lab again, Watts began assessing the situation with cold precision.

His gaze lingered on the dungeon below, the work areas above, and the faint glow of monitoring systems scattered throughout the facility.

Every piece of it was a cog in the Order’s machine—a machine he intended to dismantle.

But this wasn’t something he could rush. As much as his anger urged him to unleash chaos, he knew better than to act on impulse.

He had a family to save and over 400 lives to free. If he wanted to ensure everyone’s survival and deliver the vengeance these researchers deserved, he needed a plan.

A plan that would save lives.

A plan that would sow destruction.

Watts’ eyes narrowed as determination solidified within him. He would think it through.

Carefully.

Precisely.

For now, though, his golden aura pulsed faintly around him as he stood amidst the muted stillness of the Literal Realm, a god among mortals preparing to strike.

Watts stood silently in the Literal Realm, the golden glow of his Eyes of the Universe radiating softly around him.

The eerie stillness of this place had always felt like both a sanctuary and a void, but today, it was his battlefield.

He took in a slow, measured breath, his mind resolute. He had decided what needed to be done.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Watts reopened them with renewed intensity, the golden light blazing brighter.

The air around him shimmered with the sheer potency of his aura as he reactivated his Eyes of the Universe.

These eyes, his greatest blessing and most potent tool, weren’t just a means to perceive reality—they were a weapon against fate itself.

His first move wasn’t to strike directly but to undermine the very foundation of the Order’s work.

Years, perhaps decades, of painstakingly gathered information lay hidden within their servers, the culmination of countless experiments, vile research, and twisted ambitions.

All of it had to go.

Watts turned his gaze toward the sprawling network of servers embedded deep within the facility’s infrastructure.

His vision pierced through walls and barriers as though they were illusions, zeroing in on the heart of their data storage.

The servers hummed with the collective weight of knowledge they carried, but to him, they were just another obstacle.

Channeling the power of his Eyes, Watts focused intently, his will bending the fabric of reality to his command.

In an instant, the vast repositories of information were unmade.

Years of accumulated data—thousands of experiments, intricate research files, encrypted communications—all of it was erased in a single moment.

The servers went dark, their once-busy hum falling silent as if they had been drained of life.

It was as if the knowledge had evaporated into thin air, leaving behind nothing but void.

He had El Max that could hack into the servers, but it was only a machine, he was ow in another realm.

The erasure wasn’t subtle.

As the servers went dark, alarms began blaring throughout the facility, their shrill wails cutting through the previously steady rhythm of the researchers’ work.

Red warning lights flashed in every corner, casting the lab in an ominous glow. The sudden cacophony sent the researchers into a frenzy.

The first to react was the leader, the man who had been overseeing the experiments on Watts’ aunt and sister.

His expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he processed the unfolding chaos.

Without hesitation, he vanished in a flash of energy, teleporting directly to the command center to assess the damage.

Watts’ glowing eyes followed him, a faint smile curling at his lips.

The researchers left behind in the lab froze in confusion and fear, their gazes darting to the flashing lights and blaring alarms.

They murmured among themselves, trying to make sense of what was happening, but the panic in their voices betrayed their lack of answers.

Meanwhile, in the cells, the prisoners stirred uneasily.

The alarms were a break in the monotony of their bleak existence, a signal that something was happening.

They glanced at each other, their expressions a mixture of apprehension and faint hope.

Watts ignored the chaos, his focus unwavering.

With a wave of his hand, he redirected his Eyes to the holding area where his aunt and sister were confined.

Layla and Aunt Liz, both unconscious but unharmed, lay strapped to cold, metallic slabs.

He laughed softly, his tone a mixture of triumph and satisfaction, and with another subtle flex of his will, they vanished from the lab.

A moment later, they reappeared beside him in the Literal Realm, their forms flickering faintly as they adjusted to the otherworldly space.

The leader of the operation reappeared in the lab just as Watts completed his task.

His furious gaze swept over the room, his face twisting with rage as he barked, "Just what the hell is going on?!"

His voice was a sharp contrast to the panicked silence of the researchers, who stood frozen like statues.

None of them dared to speak, their fear evident in their wide eyes and trembling hands.

The leader’s anger boiled over as he grabbed the nearest researcher, a woman who had been operating one of the consoles, and lifted her by the neck. Her feet dangled helplessly as she gasped for air, her hands clawing at his iron grip.

"Explain!" he roared, his voice echoing over the blaring alarms. "What happened?! Why was the system attacked?!"

The woman choked out a weak, terrified plea, but she had no answers to give. None of them did. The attack had been beyond their comprehension, a silent, invisible force that had erased everything before they could react.

The leader’s grip tightened as his fury mounted, his face reddening.

His rage was unquenchable, but even as he lashed out, the truth was dawning on him.

This wasn’t a mere technical failure or a rogue researcher sabotaging their work. This was deliberate.

He hurled the woman to the ground, her body crumpling as she coughed and gasped for air.

His bloodshot eyes scanned the room, his mind racing to piece together the puzzle.

But Watts, standing unseen in the Literal Realm, watched the chaos unfold with a quiet satisfaction.

This was only the beginning.