I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Chapter 87

Watts raised an eyebrow at his aunt’s cryptic statement.

Even Nova, who had been dozing off in his lap, stirred and opened her golden eyes to look at Liz, her tiny ears twitching in curiosity.

Layla, on the other hand, glanced between her aunt and Watts as if trying to piece together some grand conspiracy.

A minute later, she sighed dramatically and threw her hands in the air.

"Okay, now I am officially confused."

Watts ignored her outburst, his gaze still fixed on Liz.

"Mind shedding more light on that?" he asked, his voice calm but firm.

He could feel the weight of the conversation shifting, the atmosphere thickening with a sense of foreboding.

Liz let out a heavy sigh, rubbing her temples as if trying to collect her thoughts.

"I don’t know how much knowledge you have about this, but..." She hesitated, her hands clenching slightly.

Watts didn’t like that hesitation. It meant whatever she was about to say was bad—really bad.

Instead of pushing, he decided to offer what he already knew. "All I know is that I’m being hunted by the Order, and the Paragons seem to have some interest in me too."

The moment the words left his mouth, Liz’s eyes widened in sheer shock. Her entire body stiffened, her fingers twitching.

"What?" she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. Then louder, with growing panic, she nearly shouted, "But... but how did they find you?"

Layla, who had been treating the conversation with mild confusion, now sat up straight.

Seeing their usually calm and collected aunt rattled sent a shiver down her spine.

"Okay... this is starting to sound like some serious shit," she muttered, folding her arms, trying to mask her unease.

Everybody knew Layla didn’t like serious shit, she couldn’t handle the pressure, it would kill her.

But as always Watts ignored her and remained as composed as ever, though his sharp eyes didn’t miss Liz’s panic.

"I have no idea," he admitted. "All I know is that after Shadow, they started using kingpins to track me down." His voice was calm, but his frown deepened.

Liz’s panic only grew. Her eyes darted around, as if searching for an immediate solution that didn’t exist.

She started murmuring to herself, though loud enough for them to hear. "No, no, no... This is bad. This is really bad. I thought we still had some time..."

Layla was now properly scared. She didn’t like the way her aunt was acting—it was making her nervous.

"Um... Aunt Liz? You’re scaring the shit out of me at this point," she said, worry evident in her tone.

Watts, however, stayed on course. "All I want to know is my connection to the Order," he said firmly.

"Why do they need me so much? Why do they call me ’the Catalyst’? And more importantly..." His voice dropped slightly, his fists clenching at his sides. "Why did they take Mom?"

The room fell silent at that.

Liz’s breathing hitched slightly, and Layla’s eyes widened. "Wait... What?" Layla asked, her voice barely a whisper. "Mom...? But... she died in an accident..."

Liz finally looked at them, guilt evident in her eyes. "No, she didn’t," she admitted, her voice laced with sorrow. "Your mother... she was taken by the Order."

Watts already knew of this, he had had a conversation with Liz in the hospital and she said ’they’ took her.

And he had suspected it was the Order since they were the ones who seemed so interested in him.

Layla, on the other hand, looked like someone had just pulled the floor from under her. "Wait, wait, wait... WHAT?" she nearly screeched.

"So this entire time, you told us she DIED when in reality she was taken?" She looked at Liz in disbelief, her hands gripping her knees. "Are you serious right now?"

Liz flinched slightly but nodded. "I... that’s what I was told too, okay. And I had to keep you safe. If the Order knew you were alive, maybe they would have come for you too, I wasn’t sure, until now."

Watts took a deep breath, his mind running a thousand miles per hour. "Then she might still be alive," he murmured, his voice dangerously calm.

Liz looked down, her expression unreadable. "Maybe," she admitted. "But if she is, then she’s somewhere none of us can reach."

Watts wasn’t sure why, but despite the heaviness in his chest, a tiny ember of hope sparked inside him.

If his mother was alive... if she was still out there... then he would find her.

No matter what.

I mean, for some reason they called him he catalyst, and his parents were taken by them. And this seemed to be the only true fact in the whole story.

If the Order took his parents, then it might have been for a reason, so maybe, just maybe, they were out there waiting to be rescued.

Watts narrowed his eyes, his thoughts running a mile a minute as he processed the information his aunt had just revealed.

Apparently his father had been from one of the big families on Earth, possessing powers that were peculiar enough for him to remain guarded about them.

That alone was strange.

What kind of abilities did his father have? Why had he never spoken about them? His mother, too, had clearly been more than she let on.

A woman who had orchestrated her own escape from a powerful family, only to later vanish without a trace.

Then again, this all meant that his aunt should also not be a normal human, yet he couldn’t sense even an ounce of power from her.

None of it made sense, and that was precisely what unsettled him.

His gut was telling him everything in this tory was a well orchestrated lie, actually poorly orchestrated lie.

He had even long stopped listening, just hearing it for the sake of it at to have time to understand what the hell was wrong.

Liz sighed, her hands trembling slightly as she continued, her eyes distant as if reliving the past.

"When your mother was pregnant with you, Watts, everything changed. Your father came home one day, looking more panicked than I had ever seen him. He told your mother to pack immediately. He said they had to leave, and fast."

Layla, who had been listening intently, tilted her head in confusion. "Wait, just like that? No explanation? Just ’pack your bags, let’s go’?" she asked, her brows furrowed.

Liz nodded.

"Exactly like that. Your father wasn’t a man who panicked easily. In fact, I had always found him to be calm, almost unnervingly so. But that night, something had shaken him to his core. I don’t know what it was, but your mother trusted him. Without hesitation, she packed a few essentials, and then they were gone."

Watts leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, absorbing every word. His father had always been an enigma to him.

He had memories, fleeting ones, but nothing concrete. He had been too young when they had died—or disappeared.

"And then what?" Watts asked, his voice even, though his mind was racing.

Liz ran a hand through her hair, her shoulders slumping slightly.

"Then... nothing. For years, I tried to find them. I searched everywhere, using every contact I had. But they had vanished. There was no trace of them, as if they had never existed. It wasn’t until much later, years later, that they returned. And this time, they had a little girl, Layla."

At this, Layla perked up, grinning. "Ohh, she must have been an adorable little baby, right? Definitely cuter than her chubby big bother."

She turned to Watts with a teasing glint in her eyes.

Watts merely gave her a deadpan look before silently raising his middle finger in her direction.

Liz caught the gesture and chuckled despite the heavy conversation.

"Haah, it was a great time. We spent years together. They never spoke about where they had been, or what had happened. But I knew something had changed. They were different. More cautious. More careful with their words. But I didn’t pry. I figured, if they wanted to tell me, they would. And for three years, everything was peaceful." Liz paused, her eyes darkening as she prepared herself to continue.

"Until... they were coming back from your father’s company, and all I got was news that they had fallen in an accident."

The room fell silent. Layla, who had been smiling just moments ago, now had red-rimmed eyes, blinking rapidly as if to stop the tears threatening to spill.

Liz clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white. "I wasn’t even allowed to see their bodies. Can you imagine that? My own sister, gone, and they refused to let me see her."

She let out a bitter laugh, one that was laced with pain. "All they did was show me the wreckage of their car. But no matter how much I tried, how much I dug, no one would give me answers. People I had known for years suddenly avoided me. It was as if the world had collectively decided to erase them."

She asked, looking at Watts, then at Layla, whose reddened eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

bThe weight of the revelation bore down on her like a collapsing wall, and she clutched the fabric of her shirt tightly, her breathing uneven.