I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 74

Chapter 74: Chapter 74

Watts stood in the Literal Realm, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he observed the leader’s frantic orders through the Eyes of the Universe.

The man was consumed by rage and desperation, his composure completely shattered.

Ordering the execution of the remaining hundred or so prisoners was a last-ditch effort to maintain some semblance of control over the chaos that had overtaken the facility.

With a deep sigh, Watts turned his attention to the dwindling number of subjects in the dungeon-like basement.

The game had served its purpose; the cat-and-mouse chase had exposed the fragility of the organization’s supposed control and had given Watts the satisfaction of seeing their leader teeter on the edge of madness.

But now, it was time to end things.

Without further ado, Watts extended his will. Through the power of his blessing, reality itself bent to his command.

In an instant, all the remaining subjects—all of them terrified, malnourished, and chained—vanished from the cold confines of their cells and reappeared in the Literal Realm.

The air was filled with gasps of confusion and muffled cries, but they were safe now__ something they didn’t know yet.

Watts had complete control over the the realm, so whoever he teleported away, he put them quite far from him and his parents.

He created a simple house there and whoever reached would rest their.

From where he was, he could observe them but they couldn’t see him, however he could see everyone silent as if waiting for their judgement.

Which was understandable, for people like these who had not seen the light of the day for who knows how long, they might be thinking they have been transferred to some kind of new facility.

Well at least this saved Watts the effort since he didn’t want to deal with a chaotic crowd right now.

Watts stood still for a moment, watching the crowd as they tried to process what had just happened.

One of the rescued girls with a scar that ran across her face, clutched her arms, shivering as the unfamiliar warmth of the Literal Realm replaced the cold metal of her cell.

Her eyes darted around, searching for a threat that no longer existed.

He made a mental note to address their fears and confusion later; but for now, his work wasn’t done.

Back in the facility, the effects of Watts’s actions rippled like a shockwave.

Researchers, soldiers, and even the leader himself froze in stunned silence as the last of the prisoners disappeared right before their eyes.

The sheer impossibility of it left them dumbfounded. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of frantic, uneven breathing filling the sterile air of the lab.

Then the leader’s rage erupted.

A primal scream tore from his throat, shaking the very foundation of the facility.

The force of it sent waves of energy rippling outward, shattering every piece of glass in the lab and rupturing the eardrums of those unfortunate enough to be standing nearby.

Researchers dropped to the floor, clutching their heads in agony, while the leader stood in the center of the destruction, his chest heaving and his face contorted with fury.

"WHY?" the leader bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. His fists clenched and unclenched, his mind racing to comprehend how everything had fallen apart so quickly.

He had locked down space itself. He had used every tool at his disposal to corner this so-called Catalyst, yet he had failed miserably.

The realization burned like acid in his veins. For years, he had operated with an unshakable belief in his authority, his power, and his ability to control any situation.

And now, in the span of mere minutes, that belief had been reduced to ashes.

But as the leader’s roar subsided, something peculiar was happening.

Amidst the chaos, amidst the shattered glass and the crumpled forms of his subordinates, no one noticed the man who had been sitting in the corner of the lab the entire time.

He was there, seated in one of the chairs that had been left behind when Watts’s family was taken to the Literal Realm.

A steaming cup of tea rested in his hands, the fragrant aroma of the brew cutting through the metallic tang of blood and destruction in the air.

The man’s presence was utterly unremarkable, as no one seemed to see him.

Not the researchers, who scrambled to restore some semblance of order; not the leader, whose anger blinded him to everything else; not even Watts, who prided himself on his unmatched vision and perception.

The Eyes of the Universe, capable of peering into the fabric of reality itself, could not detect this man. He was simply... there at the same time not.

He sipped his tea calmly, his gaze sweeping across the room as if he were watching a particularly amusing play unfold.

The man’s fingers tapped a silent rhythm on the table, each movement deliberate, as though he were marking time in a song only he could hear.

He showed no signs of concern or fear, only mild curiosity.

His smile was faint but unmistakable, the kind of smile that suggested he already knew how the story would end.

The chaos continued around him, oblivious to his presence.

The researchers cowered in corners, avoiding the leader’s wrath, while the leader himself stormed from one end of the lab to the other, barking incoherent orders and punching walls in frustration.

None of it seemed to bother the man in the chair. He remained perfectly still, as though he were separate from the pandemonium, a spectator in a world that didn’t even realize he existed.

When the leader’s scream reached its crescendo, the man’s smile widened ever so slightly.

He set his cup of tea down on a nearby table, the porcelain making a soft clinking sound that went unnoticed by everyone in the room. Then, with an almost theatrical air, he uttered a single word:

"Interesting."

The word hung in the air for a moment, unnoticed and unheard by anyone else.

And then, as abruptly as he had appeared, the man vanished. One moment he was there, the next he was gone, leaving no trace of his presence behind.

The tea cup he had been holding was gone as well, as if it had never existed in the first place.

Watts, still observing from the Literal Realm, was oblivious to what had just transpired.

However he felt that the thing that was causing him immense unease was now gone.

He didn’t know what it was or how it had gone or what it meant, but he was relieved it was not there anymore.

His focus was now on the leader’s meltdown, a spectacle that he found deeply satisfying.

For a man so consumed by control, losing everything in such a short span of time was a fitting punishment.

Watts allowed himself a small chuckle, reveling in the chaos he had sown.

But somewhere, deep in the fabric of reality, something shifted. The unseen man’s presence, brief as it was, left ripples in its wake.

And though neither Watts nor the leader could sense it, the game they were playing had just taken on a new dimension, one they were not yet prepared to understand.