I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 80

Chapter 80: Chapter 80

The faint sound of a voice carried through the thick office door.

"Come in," it said, calm and commanding, leaving no room for hesitation.

Tessa, standing at the door, gave a small nod to Watts before pushing it open with practiced ease. She stepped inside first, holding the door open for him as she gestured for him to enter.

Watts walked in, his sharp eyes immediately scanning the room. It was not the grand, ostentatious space he had imagined.

Instead, the office was modest in size, with an understated sophistication.

Its simplicity was almost disarming—neutral tones, sleek furniture, and carefully curated art that blended into the background rather than drawing attention.

Still, there was an odd feeling of depth to it, as though the space contained more than met the eye.

Once Watts stepped fully into the room, Tessa slightly bowed.

"I’ve completed my task, Captain. With your permission, I’ll take my leave now," she said, her tone professional but tinged with respect.

Watts turned to follow her gaze and caught sight of the man she was addressing—a middle-aged figure with long, flowing silver hair that shimmered faintly under the soft lighting.

His demeanor was unassuming, but his presence filled the room with an unspoken weight.

This was a man who didn’t need to flaunt his power to command respect.

The captain gave her a nod. "You’ve done well, Tessa. You can now go."

Tessa glanced back at Watts briefly before exiting, closing the door quietly behind her. Watts noted the small but genuine smile she wore, perhaps relieved that her task was complete.

Now alone with the captain, Watts shifted his focus back to the man, whose piercing yet cordial gaze rested squarely on him.

"Welcome," the captain said, stepping forward and extending a hand.

His voice was even, calm, and carried an air of assurance that only came with experience. "I am Captain Xu. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you."

Watts reached out, clasping the offered hand in a firm shake.

"Watts," he replied simply.

The exchange was polite, professional, but Watts couldn’t ignore the tingling sensation creeping up his arm as their hands met.

It wasn’t any mystical energy or overt power; rather, it was his instincts, honed by countless dangerous encounters, screaming at him that this man was formidable.

He could tell the captain was also a level three, and although he had already killed a level 3 before, he knew it wouldn’t be easy with this captain.

The level 3 dude at the council of Order was way too weak, he wasn’t even as formidable as the alien he had fought last time with Shadow.

Leaving him to wonder what that meant.

But for the knowledge he had now, Evolving required specific requirement to go on depending on the type of evolution.

And most of the times, though now humanity had a universal evolution system, most of the times the requirements were personal.

Everyone had his or her own requirements, and if fulfilled, they would become formidable. However, some people could ignore that.

And if they saw it as a hassle to fulfill their own requirements, they would just go with the universal system to evolve, however their power would be way too low for their level.

That is how Watts was able to defeat a level 3 existence so easily, but if it was someone who evolved fully, then it would be a real hassle.

And this was the Captain here, he was formidable.

Captain Xu’s expression didn’t betray any malice, but his mere presence was enough to keep Watts on edge.

This was someone who had perfected the art of concealing strength. No aura, no visible trace of his capabilities—yet Watts could feel it, a latent energy like a coiled spring hidden beneath layers of calm.

"Come," Captain Xu said, gesturing to the far side of the room. "She’s waiting for you."

Watts nodded and followed as the captain led him deeper into the office.

They passed through the central workspace and reached a section that felt more personal, more intimate—a study area with bookshelves lining the walls, each shelf meticulously organized.

The lighting was softer here, casting a warm glow over the dark wooden furniture and the deep green of the upholstered sofas.

Watts’ eyes swept the room quickly before landing on a figure seated on one of the sofas.

A woman, dressed in an elegant white outfit that seemed to shimmer faintly, sat with perfect posture, a book resting delicately in her hands.

Her face was partially obscured by a veil that covered her lower face, leaving only her eyes visible—eyes that radiated both intelligence and quiet strength.

Her veil must have had some powerful concealment ability since he couldn’t see through her, though after the use of Eyes of the Universe, it was a different story.

Though she hadn’t yet looked up from her book, Watts knew immediately that this was the person he had come to meet.

Her presence, though subtle, was undeniable. She exuded an aura of authority without effort, as if the room itself bent around her.

Watts’ steps faltered for just a second as he took her in, his mind confirming what his instincts had already told him—this was the one.

The captain, now standing beside him, gave a small nod toward the woman. "Lady Mijjory has been expecting you."

Watts straightened slightly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he mentally prepared himself for whatever was to come.

Watts set his backpack down beside the couch and eased himself into the seat opposite the veiled woman.

From this closer perspective, he could appreciate her beauty in greater detail, even with part of her face obscured.

Her graceful posture and the calm confidence she radiated intrigued him. He leaned back into the plush couch, thinking to himself that he must have some extraordinary luck with women.

Nearly every one he crossed paths with seemed to be a stunning beauty.

Yet, as he waited for her to acknowledge his presence, the woman remained engrossed in her book, the only sounds in the room the faint rustling of its pages. She turned each one deliberately, her focus unwavering.

Watts’ sharp eyes caught the title embossed on the spine: The Way of the Right

A peculiar title, he thought, and not one he recognized. He chuckled inwardly at the odd situation.

Here he was, supposedly in an important meeting, yet the person he’d come to see seemed to have entirely forgotten he was there.

Moments later, the door opened, and Captain Xu reentered the room, a tray balanced in his hands.

It held a selection of drinks, and Watts raised a brow at the unexpected gesture. Without a word, the captain poured a glass from a crystal decanter and extended it to him.

Watts accepted the drink with a polite smile, though he subtly activated his Eyes of the Universe.

The faint glow of his irises was imperceptible to others, but it allowed him to scan the liquid in the glass.

He found nothing amiss—it was a simple, high-quality whiskey.

"Thank you," Watts said, taking a sip and letting the smooth liquid coat his tongue.

Captain Xu nodded and then poured another glass, this time for the veiled woman, setting it on the low table beside her.

She didn’t look up, her hand reaching gracefully for the glass and lifting it to her lips before setting it back down, all without breaking her concentration on the book.

Pouring one last glass for himself, the captain then set the bottle down on the table and stepped back.

"Enjoy your evening," he said, his tone neutral, before exiting the room with his glass in hand, leaving Watts alone with the mysterious woman.

For a while, neither spoke. The silence stretched on, broken only by the faint sound of pages turning and the occasional clink of Watts’ glass against the table.

He watched her for a moment, noting the calm deliberation in her movements.

She seemed entirely unbothered by his presence, as though he were an invisible shadow in the room.

Watts smiled faintly to himself, amused by the situation. If she was ignoring him, he figured he might as well do the same.

With an almost theatrical sense of nonchalance, he reached into his backpack and pulled out the book he’d been reading earlier: The Stand by Stephen King.

Settling back into the couch, he flipped to his marked page and began to read, his fingers drumming idly on the cover as his eyes skimmed the lines.

Despite the peculiarity of the situation, Watts found himself growing comfortable, the tension from earlier fading as he immersed himself in the familiar world of King’s prose.

The two of them sat there in silence, each absorbed in their respective books, the air thick with unspoken questions and yet oddly peaceful.

Well since she wanted peace of mind she wanted, then it was peace he would give her.

After all he was also engrossed in this book, and having time to finish it would be a plus for him, why should he complain.