I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 81

Chapter 81: Chapter 81

As Watts continued to read, he found himself slowly losing focus. The words on the page blurred slightly, his eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment.

It was strange—he rarely ever felt this kind of exhaustion, yet now, surrounded by the peaceful atmosphere, his body and mind seemed to tell him it was okay to relax, that it was okay to let go.

The thought was almost tempting.

A soft exhale left his lips as he sank further into the plush couch. His muscles loosened, and his breathing steadied.

A warm, serene feeling washed over him, an overwhelming sense of security and peace, as if he had no reason to be on guard. And then, suddenly, he blinked—

And he was home.

Watts found himself in his own room, the familiar sight of his neatly arranged bookshelves and the slightly messy desk greeting him.

The warm afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the space. A strange sense of déjà vu filled him, but he didn’t question it.

He didn’t even wonder how he had gotten here.

Something tugged at the back of his mind, a fleeting thought that felt important, but the more he tried to grasp it, the more it slipped away.

It was like trying to hold onto water with his bare hands.

He shook his head slightly, exhaling in mild amusement.

A small chuckle left his lips. "Okay, this skill is pretty dub," he muttered to himself.

The moment the words left his mouth, the illusion shattered like fragile glass, reality flooding back in with crisp clarity.

He was back in the office, seated on the couch across from the veiled woman.

The feeling of peace and exhaustion vanished instantly, replaced by sharp awareness.

"I almost got lost in it," Watts admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

The woman across from him finally looked up from her book. For the first time, her attention was fully on him.

A soft giggle escaped her lips. "I’m surprised you weren’t even affected."

Watts smirked. "Oh, don’t be deceived. I barely noticed."

They locked eyes for a moment, neither speaking. The silence stretched between them, turning heavier by the second.

Eventually, Watts rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out a small chuckle.

"Well, this is awkward," he muttered.

The woman’s eyes glimmered with amusement behind her veil. "I’m Milly, by the way," she said at last.

Watts leaned back slightly. "I take it you already know who I am, but I’m Jack," he replied smoothly.

Milly tilted her head slightly, a playful glint in her eyes. "Jack, huh? I thought you preferred Watts."

Watts let out an exaggerated sigh, feigning disappointment at being caught. "What? Jack is my first name," he defended with a small grin.

Milly chuckled softly. "Hmm, so you’re the one who’s become a hot topic in the high-class circles." Her gaze studied him, as if trying to uncover some hidden truth.

Watts raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Didn’t know I was that popular."

To be honest, he really hadn’t expected to be gaining so much attention. After all, it had only been about a week since he had awakened.

The only significant thing he had done was his fight with Shadow, and even then, Shadow wasn’t particularly well-known in the hidden cities.

Other than that, he hadn’t done much to warrant such recognition.

And yet, it seemed like everything he did attracted attention. He had no idea why.

Milly leaned forward slightly, resting her elbow on the arm of the couch. "How do you do it? All this attention?" she asked, studying him curiously. "You seem pretty ordinary to me."

Watts smirked and gave a lazy shrug. "Beats me."

Watts leaned forward slightly as the atmosphere in the modest office shifted. His gaze, still sharp from his earlier observations, fixed on Milly.

He couldn’t help but ask, "Why was I called here? I was on my way, and now you’ve brought me here on your orders. What’s the purpose?"

Milly’s eyes twinkled behind her veil as she gave a slight, almost conspiratorial smile. "I have a deal for you," she said simply, her tone casual yet laced with an unspoken challenge.

Watts regarded her for a long moment, his mind working through the implications of her words.

Then, as if a long-forgotten thought sparked into awareness, he leaned back and asked, "How did you know I was here in the first place?"

A soft giggle escaped Milly as she tilted her head, the movement of her dark eyes playful.

"You’ll be surprised how news travels around here," she replied lightly.

In that moment, Watts recalled the subtle hints—a mention from the woman who had given him the card to the tube transportation center, the furtive glances of the workers who had monitored his arrival.

It all indicated that his presence was under close surveillance, and these people took their business seriously indeed.

Watts frowned inwardly.

What buggered him the most was not just the meticulous tracking of his every move, but also the fact that people from a family so powerful at a galactic level were interested in him.

Though he was tempted to ask for details, he restrained himself.

Instead, he said coolly, "I’m listening."

His voice held a measured curiosity, a willingness to hear what kind of offer could possibly be worthy of such attention.

Milly’s smile widened, and she shifted on the couch.

With an elegant gesture, she reached for a small parcel resting on the side table and tossed it lightly toward him.

The package landed with a soft thud on the polished wood, drawing his attention.

"I assume you want me to read this?" Watts asked, his tone half-teasing, half-intrigued.

He picked up the parcel carefully and unwrapped it to reveal a set of documents—thick, meticulously organized papers filled with text and numbers that hinted at an intricate plan.

Watts scanned them quickly.

The documents were overwhelming in volume, containing data that seemed to span years of research and clandestine operations.

Realizing he wouldn’t have the time to pore over each page manually, Watts activated his Eyes of the Universe.

In that instant, the intricate data cascaded into his mind.

Every detail, every nuance, every hidden line of code or encrypted memo was transmitted in a flurry of insight.

His mind absorbed the information in mere microseconds, processing and categorizing it with superhuman efficiency.

But as the revelations sank in, a frown replaced his initial amusement.

What he uncovered made him uneasy. The deal on the documents wasn’t simple at all—it was layered, complex, and carried risks that made his stomach churn.

Watts could see that the arrangement proposed was not a mere transaction; it was a high-stakes gamble, one with strings attached that he hadn’t anticipated.

In that moment, his instincts told him that this deal might compromise more than he was willing to risk.

Almost immediately after the flood of information, Watts snapped the parcel shut and tossed the documents back onto the table with a swift, dismissive motion.

Milly raised an eyebrow at his words, intrigued.

She hadn’t expected him to process the information that fast.

She had assumed he would at least skim through the pages, take his time understanding the contents, maybe even ask questions.

Instead, he had merely glanced at it, and in the next instant, he had already grasped everything.

Milly tilted her head slightly, amusement flickering in her eyes. "You’re full of surprises," she murmured.

Watts ignored the remark and instead focused on the real issue at hand.

People like her could read documents at incredible speeds—one of the many skills cultivated by those in the high-class society of the hidden world.

However, even she would have to flip through the pages, process the information section by section.

But Watts?

He had merely looked at it.

No flipping pages. No pausing to process.

Just one glance.

Her mind quickly assessed the implications.

’Seems he isn’t normal after all.’

Watts on the other hand was debating internally, his gut was telling him that whatever this deal was, it wasn’t going to be something simple.

Documents with that level of detail and classified information weren’t handed over lightly.

"Now I’m worrying about this deal," he finally said.

Milly crossed her legs and leaned slightly forward, resting her elbows on her knees. The veil covering the lower half of her face fluttered slightly as she exhaled softly.

The air in the room seemed to thicken as she raised an eyebrow at his reaction.

It was clear she expected him to be impressed, perhaps even nonchalant about the offer, but his guarded tone spoke of deeper concerns.

He didn’t elaborate further on his thoughts about the documents, choosing instead to let the silence speak for itself.

There was something in the raw data—a risk or a trap—that unsettled him, and it wasn’t something he was ready to ignore.

For a long moment, neither spoke.

Finally, breaking the silence, Milly said in a measured tone, "So, what do you say, Watts? Are you ready to listen to our proposition?"

Watts offered a small, enigmatic smile, though the worry in his eyes belied his calm exterior.

He knew that this meeting—this deal—could pivot the course of his future and that of the hidden cities.

And yet, in that moment, as he sat across from Milly with the documents discarded between them, he only said quietly, "I’m listening."

Because according to those files, then this deal might really be something he could use right now.