I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Chapter 88

"I knew my sister," Liz said, her voice barely above a whisper, thick with raw emotion.

"She was strong. Unbelievably strong. She could never—never—get hurt by something as trivial as an accident. Let alone die from it. And your father... he was no ordinary man either."

Her eyes glistened as she stared at a distant point, lost in the memories.

"They were careful, always. Always watching, always ready. There’s no way they could’ve been caught off guard like that."

She swallowed hard, as if forcing down a lump in her throat, before continuing, "So I looked. Hard."

Her fingers trembled as she clenched her hands into fists on her lap. "I turned over every stone, asked every contact, searched through every damn file I could get my hands on. But all I found was..."

She exhaled a shuddering breath. "A note. Just a simple message, left behind as if she knew this day would come."

Her voice cracked as she recited the words from memory, her tone filled with a painful mix of sorrow and well concealed anger.

"If you’re reading this, then I am either dead... or taken. Do not look for me, Liz. Do not search. Take care of my children. Keep them safe. That’s all it said."

Liz’s hands slowly came up to cover her face, her shoulders shaking as the pain she had buried for years finally surfaced.

Tears slipped through the spaces between her fingers, silent but unrelenting.

Layla, unable to hold back any longer, moved forward and wrapped her arms around Liz, pressing her face against her shoulder.

Her own tears spilled freely, wetting the fabric of her aunt’s clothes.

"I’m so sorry, Aunt Liz," she whispered, her voice breaking. "You shouldn’t have had to go through all that alone."

Liz didn’t respond, only leaning into the embrace as though it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart completely.

But Watts... Watts sat still, his face an unreadable mask, though his golden eyes gleamed with something dark.

His fingers tapped against his knee in slow, deliberate movements, his mind working through the tangled mess of contradictions.

This story was wrong. It made no sense. Too many loose ends. Too many missing pieces.

And yet... his Eyes of the Universe told him one undeniable truth:

Liz was not lying.

So what the hell was going on?

His aunt wasn’t lying—his Eyes of the Universe told him she was telling the absolute truth.

But that was the problem. Everything she was saying contradicted itself.

His parents had returned with Layla, acting like normal citizens after years of vanishing?

His father, who was supposedly from a powerful family, just died in a car accident?

His mother, who had orchestrated an entire escape from her old life, just went along with it? And if she was truly dead, why did everything lead back to the Order?

Nothing about this felt real.

His jaw clenched.

What the fuck was going on?

He had spent years theorizing about his past, trying to put the pieces together.

But with every new piece of information, the puzzle just became more distorted. He needed more. He needed answers.

Watts looked back at Liz with squinted eyes.

Watts looked at his aunt with a deep frown, his gaze searching, scrutinizing.

His mind churned through every word she had spoken, every detail of her story, and yet... something wasn’t adding up.

After a moment, he leaned forward slightly and asked, "What about you? You don’t have any powers or anything?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Liz’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with something unreadable.

"Oh, I had powers too, though I lost them," she replied casually, as if she had just mentioned misplacing her car keys instead of an entire part of her existence.

Layla’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You had powers?" she repeated, blinking in disbelief.

Then, as the realization settled in, she waved a dismissive hand and said, "No, wait—that’s not the important part. How the fuck did you lose them?"

Her voice carried both shock and frustration, demanding an explanation.

Liz turned to her with the firm, reprimanding look that only a mother figure could master. "Language, Miss," she scolded, her tone sharp yet affectionate.

Layla rolled her eyes but muttered a half-hearted, "Sorry."

Liz let out a deep breath, her gaze growing distant. "And as for your question... I don’t think I can answer that."

Layla narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean, you ’can’t’ answer it?"

"I mean," Liz said, looking at her directly, "it wasn’t something I had a choice in."

A thick silence fell over the room.

Watts continued staring at his aunt, his frown deepening as his mind worked through the layers of what she had just said.

His instincts screamed at him that something was off.

Liz noticed his intense scrutiny and tilted her head slightly. "What is it, sweetheart?" she asked, her voice soft.

Watts didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took a deep breath and finally said, "Your story is fake. Everything about it. It’s all bullshit."

The words hung in the air like a thunderclap.

Layla gasped softly, her wide eyes darting to Watts as if he had just committed an unforgivable sin.

Liz, on the other hand, cocked her head to the side, her expression shifting to something dangerously close to anger.

"And what does that mean, mister?" she asked, her voice deceptively calm.

Watts winced internally. That tone. That specific way she said ’mister.’

Oh, she was pissed.

That was always the warning sign. If Liz started calling someone "mister" or "miss," it meant they were walking on thin ice.

So Watts quickly raised his hands in a placating gesture, "I’m not... like... saying that you—" He fumbled, searching for the right words. "That you’re lying or something..."

Liz’s gaze sharpened, her expression unreadable.

Before he could finish, Layla crossed her arms and gave him a judgmental look. "Sure sounds like it to me," she said with a frown.

Even Nova, who had been nestled against Watts, let out a soft chirp of agreement, blinking at him with what could only be interpreted as disapproval.

Watts sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Okay, okay! That is what it means," he admitted, exasperated.

"But—" he emphasized before either of them could cut him off, "—I know you’re telling the truth, aunt. You believe every single word you just said."

Liz’s expression softened slightly, but the edge of her anger was still there.

Watts continued, his golden eyes locked onto hers. "But here’s the problem—you’re wrong. The truth you know is a lie. It was fed to you."

Liz exhaled slowly, her gaze darkening with something unreadable.

"Watts," she said carefully, "I know this whole thing is bizarre, even to me. But I lived through it. I saw it all happen. I remember every detail clearly—every bit of it. How could that be a lie?"

As she finished speaking, her voice softened, but there was a deep melancholy in it now, a sadness that seemed to weigh on her.

But Watts wasn’t done. He shook his head. "And that is the problem, Aunt."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his tone more serious than ever.

"No one remembers everything that clearly. At least not normal humans. It doesn’t work like that. Memories fade, details blur. Even people with photographic memory struggle with perfect recall. But you?"

He gestured toward her. "You remember it all—clear as day. Every single detail. The only way that’s possible is if you still had your powers when it happened."

He stared at her pointedly. "But according to your story—you didn’t."

Liz’s lips parted slightly as if to respond, but nothing came out.

Actually Watts had intruded Li’s mind to see for himself, after all she had brought out the story a little vaguely and he wanted to see for himself, but obviously he wasn’t about to say that.

Layla, who had been listening carefully, turned to Liz with a confused expression. "Wait... he’s kinda got a point, doesn’t he?"

Liz exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples. "I... I don’t know," she admitted. "I’ve never thought of it before. It felt real. It is real."

Watts sighed tiredly. "That’s the thing. It feels real, but that doesn’t mean it is. You’re not lying, Aunt Liz. But someone—something—messed with your mind. And as of right now... I don’t have the power to fix it."

Liz clenched her jaw, frustration flickering across her face. "Then what do you want me to do, Watts?"

Watts leaned back, his gaze moving between Liz and Layla. For a moment, he was silent, then he spoke.

"I need you two to become strong."

Layla blinked. "Huh?"

"I’m tired of people using you against me," Watts said, his voice low, determined. "It’s happened too many times. And I won’t let it happen again."

Liz and Layla exchanged glances, the weight of his words sinking in.

"It’s time to change that," Watts said finally, his golden eyes burning with an unwavering resolve.