I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Chapter 91

That was when he remembered the people he had rescued from the lab.

His brows furrowed slightly as he considered them. There was something strange about the whole situation.

The Order operated across the entire galaxy, controlling countless planets and species. Logically speaking, their experiments should have involved a variety of different races.

And yet, all of the people Watts had saved from the lab were human. Not a single alien among them.

It was odd, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Not now, anyway.

Instead, an idea formed in his mind. He could turn them.

Of course, not into generals. That position was special and limited to only four people. But he could still turn them into Supreme Humans.

Even the standard form of the race was ridiculously overpowered in its own right.

A normal Supreme Human could adapt and evolve a million times faster than a regular human, making them incredibly formidable.

It might not sound like much at first, but the difference was astronomical.

If a normal Supreme Human needed a hundred punches to fully adapt to a stronger opponent’s strength, then a General Supreme Human—like Liz and Layla were becoming—would only need ten punches.

And as for Watts, the progenitor? He would only need half a punch.

The implications were staggering.

In a real fight, a normal Supreme Human would never be able to defeat a General Supreme Human, no matter what.

Even a surprise attack would be useless. The instant a General was struck, their body would immediately adapt to the attack’s strength, rendering further attempts ineffective.

And for Watts himself? Well, there was practically no comparison.

This was an ability that effectively made him the ultimate evolving entity—a living, breathing Doomsday.

The more he fought stronger opponents, the more his strength would grow to match theirs.

It was an endless cycle of power accumulation, all without any of the usual side effects or drawbacks.

His race was built for perfection, for limitless growth. And the best part? Supreme Humans also possessed an extended lifespan and vastly superior cognitive abilities.

Their brains functioned hundreds of thousands of times more efficiently than those of normal humans, making them not just physically superior, but intellectually as well.

Watts made up his mind. He would offer the people he had saved a chance to become something greater.

And, as a bonus, since he was their progenitor, he would never have to worry about betrayal.

If any of them ever thought of turning against him, he would know immediately, and ending their existence would require nothing more than a single thought.

With that decided, he disappeared from the room in an instant, his body vanishing in a blur of energy.

In the next moment, he reappeared at the location where the rescued individuals were staying.

He had created a makeshift city for them, a place where they could find refuge and rebuild their lives. But now, it was time to offer them something far greater than mere survival.

It was time to build his army of Supreme Humans.

As Watts materialized in the sky above the settlement he had built for the rescued captives, his presence did not go unnoticed. The moment his figure appeared, shimmering into existence as if the very air bent to his will, the people below began reacting in various ways.

Some gasped in shock, instinctively flinching away as though expecting an attack. Others looked up with guarded expressions, their eyes filled with wariness.

Some of the younger ones—those who had known nothing but captivity within the sterile white walls of the lab—trembled as their memories surfaced, fear gripping them even in the face of their newfound freedom.

Then there were those who looked upon him with trust, with something akin to hope glimmering in their eyes, recognizing him as the one who had freed them from their nightmares.

Watts observed all of this, taking in the range of emotions coursing through the crowd. The trauma many of them carried was evident, as clear as the scars some bore on their skin. He couldn’t blame them for their reactions.

After all, some of these people had never known a world outside of experimentation and cruelty. To them, the idea of true freedom, of choice, was foreign. He had to be careful with his words, measured in his approach.

With a mere thought, the environment around them shifted. The open ground transformed seamlessly into a grand stadium, complete with rows upon rows of seating, forming a vast amphitheater where all could sit. Some gasped at the sudden change, while others hesitated, uncertain. Watts, standing at the center of it all, motioned toward the seats, his voice carrying effortlessly across the assembled crowd.

"Take a seat," he instructed, his tone firm yet inviting.

For a few moments, there was nothing but silence and hesitation. Some glanced at one another, waiting for someone else to make the first move. Eventually, one individual, a man with sharp features and cautious eyes, stepped forward and took a seat. Others soon followed, some reluctantly, others with a resigned sigh, until at last, the entire gathering was seated.

Watts took his time, allowing them a moment to settle before he finally spoke. "I brought you all here today because I have a proposition for you," he began, pausing momentarily to let his words sink in.

He didn’t miss the way some of them tensed at the word "proposition." It was clear that many had grown wary of deals and offers, no doubt conditioned by their past experiences. He had expected this reaction.

He continued, "It’s not mandatory. You have your freedom. You have the choice to accept or refuse. Since you have already agreed to work under me, I am offering you something that will ensure your strength and survival."

At this, the tension in the air shifted slightly. Interest flickered in the eyes of several individuals, though there were still those who remained skeptical. He smiled faintly and pressed on.

"This is an opportunity to upgrade your race—to become something greater than what you are now. Something... incredible."

Murmurs spread among the seated crowd. Some leaned forward, intrigued, while others scoffed under their breath, doubt evident on their faces. One particularly brash young man in the front row stood abruptly, his expression skeptical. "And what’s the price?" he asked, his voice laced with distrust.

Watts met his gaze calmly. "There is no price," he stated simply. "No contracts, no hidden costs. And before any of you ask, no, I am not using dark powers to do this."

That statement seemed to strike a nerve, as Watts noticed several people stiffen, their suspicions still lingering. But he wasn’t concerned about convincing them with words. Actions would suffice.

Raising his right arm, he spoke with authority. "Do not resist."

A second later, the transformation began.

At first, there was no visible change, only a sudden, overwhelming sensation that spread through each of their bodies like wildfire. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that reached deep into the very core of their being. Their blood began to surge through their veins at impossible speeds, and an unsettling heat built up within them. Some of them clenched their fists, their bodies instinctively tensing, while others gasped as if struggling to catch their breath. It wasn’t pain exactly—more like an overwhelming pressure, as if every cell in their bodies was awakening for the first time.

Those who had spent their entire lives being subjected to experiments and suffering barely flinched. Compared to what they had endured in the labs, this was nothing. They sat still, their expressions hard, barely reacting as the transformation ran its course. Some simply closed their eyes, as if meditating through the process.

And then, within moments, a brilliant blue light enveloped them all.

The energy cocooned them, shielding their figures from sight, pulsing with an almost hypnotic radiance. To anyone watching, it would have seemed as though they were being reborn within those glowing shells of power.

Watts, using his Eyes of the Universe, quickly assessed their transformation period. Unlike Layla and Liz, who would take almost an hour to emerge, the captives only required ten minutes. A significantly shorter timeframe. That meant he had some time to himself before they awoke.

With that, he disappeared from the scene, reappearing within the confines of the literal realm, where Layla and Liz’s cocoons still pulsated with raw energy.

Nova was there, her small body still and focused as she watched the cocoons intently, as if ensuring their safety. Watts couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He walked forward and gently picked her up, cradling her in his arms as he took a seat, rubbing the soft feathers atop her head.

"You know they’re safe here, right?" he murmured, feeling the tiny creature press against his chest. "You don’t have to... you know, worry so much."

Nova, in response, merely closed her eyes, nestling deeper into his hold.

Yap.