I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Chapter 72

Watts stood silently in the Literal Realm, his golden eyes glowing faintly as they followed the chaotic movements of the leader within the laboratory.

His expression was one of calm amusement, his lips curled into a faint smirk.

The leader’s anger and confusion were palpable even across the barriers of existence, and Watts couldn’t help but find the man’s distress thoroughly entertaining.

"Serves him right," Watts murmured to himself, crossing his arms. "You shouldn’t play with fire if you can’t handle the burn."

Nearby, his aunt and sister lay unconscious on a bed Watts had materialized out of pure thought.

The shimmering golden construct supported them gently, its surface radiating warmth and light. After extracting them from the lab, Watts had made sure to check their vital signs.

Though they were still unconscious, their breathing was steady, and their heartbeats strong.

Thank God he arrived just in time before the researchers could do what they had planned to do.

Watts’ gaze softened as he looked at them, a rare moment of vulnerability crossing his face.

As Watts glanced at the unconscious forms of his aunt and sister, a flicker of doubt crept into his mind.

Could he really protect them from an enemy so relentless? Would his immortality become a curse, forcing him to watch those he cared about suffer endlessly while he remained unscathed?

Would he watch everyone he loved grow old and die while he looked like he hadn’t aged a bit?

Could he stand such a life? Did he want such a life? He wasn’t sure.

Although he now controlled death, he could make them immortal now with his authority over death.

But according to the system, he was going to change abilities again in like a month. Would their immortality remain?

They were his family, the only tether he had to a world that often felt unbearably distant.

Protecting them wasn’t just a duty; it was a promise he had made to himself long ago.

He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from his sister’s face before stepping back.

"Rest for now," he whispered. "I’ll take care of everything."

Nova, his small avian companion, fluttered down from the air, chirping softly as it landed between the two unconscious figures.

The little bird tilted its head curiously, its bright eyes glinting with an intelligence that far surpassed its diminutive form.

Nova seemed to sense the deep bond Watts shared with his family, and after a moment of contemplation, it hopped onto the bed and nestled itself snugly between them.

Watts chuckled softly at the sight. "You’re a cheeky one, aren’t you? Always finding the coziest spot."

Nova chirped in response, fluffing its feathers before curling into a tiny ball. It radiated a sense of calm, as if to reassure Watts that all was well for now.

He allowed himself a brief smile before turning his attention back to the lab.

The leader’s rage was reaching its peak. He was shouting orders, his voice a thunderous roar that shook the facility.

Researchers and guards scrambled to obey, their faces pale with fear. Watts observed it all with an air of detached interest, noting every action and reaction.

Each moment of panic and confusion was a victory in his eyes, a small measure of justice for the torment these people had inflicted on countless lives.

However, Watts knew he couldn’t savor the moment forever. There was still work to be done, and the facility’s defenses weren’t going to dismantle themselves.

Even as Watts celebrated his small victories, an unease lingered in the back of his mind.

He had underestimated the Order’s cunning once before—that is how his family was kidnapped, what if this was all part of a larger trap?

He couldn’t take away the feeling that there was something very wrong with____ all this.

He couldn’t put a finger on it, but something didn’t sit right with him.

As he prepared to resume his task, he felt a sudden shift in the energy around him.

Watts frowned, tilting his head. "What are you up to now?"

The leader’s fury was incandescent now, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"The enemy is inside the facility," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "And they’re mocking me."

Watts couldn’t help but laugh at the man’s realization, though no sound escaped his lips in the Literal Realm.

The leader’s frustration was almost comical, a stark contrast to the meticulous chaos Watts had orchestrated.

However what he didnt realise was that the leader’s rage wasn’t just anger—it was desperation.

Every failed operation brought him closer to losing the favor of the Order’s higher-ups, and he knew the cost of failure was far worse than death.

Plus the catalyst was so important to the Order’s plans even more than Watts realized.

After all, something called a catalyst had to be the main ingredient for a product to be produced.

This much Watts understood, but for what was he a catalyst for, he didn’t understand.

But for an organization on galaxy level to call him catalyst, then their was something huge and sinister being cooked that he had no idea about.

But the amusement was short-lived as the leader made his next move.

Closing his eyes, the man extended his hands, his energy surging outward in a wave that rippled through the entire facility.

Watts felt the shift immediately. The leader was using his authority over space to lock it down, creating a barrier that stretched for hundreds of kilometers.

The entire forest surrounding the facility was now ensnared in the spatial lockdown, making it impossible to teleport in or out using conventional means.

Watts raised an eyebrow, impressed despite himself. "Well, that’s inconvenient," he muttered.

However, he quickly realized that the lockdown didn’t affect him as much as the leader might have hoped.

The man’s power was formidable, but it was rooted in the manipulation of space. Watts, on the other hand, wasn’t bound by such limitations.

His Eyes of the Universe allowed him to manipulate reality itself, bypassing the constraints of spatial dimensions entirely.

The leader had closed off space, but Watts didn’t need space as a medium—only reality, which remained firmly within his grasp.

"A clever move," Watts said, "but not clever enough."

The only downside was the extra energy it would now cost him to work around the lockdown.

Each teleportation, each manipulation, would require significantly more focus and power.

But Watts wasn’t concerned. His vitality was limitless, his immortality a constant reminder that he could afford to be patient and deliberate.

He took a deep breath, centering himself. Nova chirped softly from the bed, as if to reassure him that everything would be fine.

Watts nodded, steeling his resolve. This was just a little set back. But it wouldn’t stop him from his goal.

Though he now felt his unease increasing for some reason.

And he knew there was something he was missing, yet he couldn’t put a finger on it.