I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 93

Chapter 93: Chapter 93

Liz, on the other hand, merely smiled at their bickering. She turned her attention inward, taking a moment to examine herself.

As she ran her hands over her newly enhanced form, Watts decided to check something more crucial—their abilities.

Activating his Eyes of the Universe, he delved deep into their newly formed status.

What he saw was surprising.

"Alright," he announced, still analyzing the overwhelming data pouring into his mind.

"The abilities and limits of your race should’ve already appeared in your mind. You should instinctively know what you’re capable of now."

He then turned his gaze toward Layla. "But Layla, it looks like you got an extra push. You awakened your natural ability."

Layla, who had been admiring herself in a mirror that had mysteriously appeared out of nowhere, immediately perked up.

"Wait, what? What is it? What does it do?" she asked eagerly, practically bouncing in place.

Liz also turned to Watts, her curiosity evident.

Watts smirked slightly, his expression unreadable. "It’s some overpowered shit, honestly."

Layla’s excited grin widened further, but as Watts continued, her expression slowly shifted from eager anticipation to one of confusion. "You control force."

Silence.

Layla blinked. "Huh?"

Watts simply nodded, crossing his arms. "Yeah. You control force."

Layla stared at him blankly before her face twisted into one of pure disappointment.

"So I just control... force? Like... just force? What does that even do? Make people do my bidding?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she slumped onto the nearest couch in defeat.

Liz, who had been silent until now, suddenly inhaled sharply. Her eyes widened in realization, and for the first time, genuine shock crossed her features.

"Excuse my language, but what the fuck do you mean ’only force’?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

Layla blinked at her, taken aback. "I mean, it just doesn’t sound all that cool—"

Liz cut her off. "Force is present in every single action in nature, Layla. Every movement, every reaction—everything requires force. Running, jumping, falling, weight, friction, energy transfer—hell, even the very concept of motion is dictated by force. Do you even realize what that means?"

Layla tilted her head slightly, still looking skeptical. "I mean...?"

Liz pinched the bridge of her nose before waving her hands animatedly.

"You can literally stop bullets in midair. You can prevent people from moving entirely by nullifying the force acting on their bodies. You can accelerate yourself to speeds beyond comprehension, or reduce gravity’s force and float effortlessly. You can enhance your physical attacks to levels that defy physics. You can even—" she suddenly stopped, staring directly at Layla.

"You can become completely invisible."

That caught Layla’s attention.

Her skepticism was instantly replaced with wide-eyed curiosity. "Wait, what?"

Layla was silent, her mind racing, her eyes widened as if she had gained enlightenment.

Watts, who had been standing with his arms crossed, chuckled. "Told you it was some overpowered shit."

Layla slowly stood up, her fingers twitching as if she were already imagining all the possibilities. Her lips curled into an almost dangerous grin. "Okay. Yeah. That’s actually badass."

Liz rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. "Took you long enough to figure that out."

Layla ignored her, still absorbed in her newfound realization. "So, you’re saying that if I train this ability enough, I can literally be unstoppable?"

Watts nodded. "Exactly."

Layla’s grin widened even further, her excitement now fully rekindled. "Oh, hell yeah. This is gonna be fun."

Watts appeared in the training grounds where his aunt and sister remained, their cocoons now long dissolved, leaving them as the newly transformed Supreme Humans they had become. It was time for them to experience real combat, real training, and real strength. The faster they adapted, the stronger they would become, and Watts knew that adaptation was the key to their growth. But before they could begin, Liz clenched her fist, testing her newfound strength and feeling the raw energy coursing through her.

"This race is really something," she muttered, flexing her fingers as she assessed her power.

"With just the transformation, my strength is already equivalent to a level one." She turned toward Watts, curiosity and challenge flickering in her sharp eyes.

"No offense, but you’re level one yourself, so even if we fight, the gap won’t be significant. We need a real, strong opponent."

Watts simply smirked at her. "Want to test my strength?" he asked, mischief gleaming in his gaze.

He wasn’t about to tell them that he had already killed multiple level threes. No, he wanted to give them a surprise.

Layla, who had been standing to the side with a thoughtful frown, crossed her arms.

"I don’t know, man. As much as I want to kick your ass, I feel like I could punch down a concrete wall now."

Her concern was far from genuine, but Watts only chuckled, brushing her worries aside with a wave of his hand.

"Come at me with everything you’ve got," he said.

That was all Layla needed to hear. Her face lit up with an almost maniacal grin. "Hmm, if you insist."

And in the next instant, she launched herself at him at full speed, her fist coming straight for his face.

She was fast, much faster than she had ever been before, but to Watts, she might as well have been moving in slow motion.

He barely moved as his palm met her stomach with impeccable precision.

The moment his hand connected with her, Layla felt an impact unlike anything she had ever experienced.

A force so overwhelming that she felt her entire body shatter from the inside out.

And before she could even react, she was soaring through the air, propelled backward at an incredible speed. She crashed through the walls of their training house, smashing through multiple barriers before continuing her flight for a full mile.

Watts chuckled as he cupped his hands around his mouth and called out to her. "Don’t hold back, sweetheart!"

Layla, still in the process of standing up, her face red from both pain and rage, let out a strangled growl.

Without hesitation, she bolted forward once again, her speed now significantly faster than before. Her ability to adapt was kicking in, even if she didn’t realize it yet.

This time, she was far more refined in her movements, her attack sharper and swifter.

But Watts barely acknowledged her effort before sending her flying once again, this time over five miles into the distance.

She didn’t get up right away.

Liz, who had been standing to the side the entire time, her arms crossed over her chest, mouth slightly agape, stared at Watts in shock.

"You do know that’s your sister, right?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

Watts merely shrugged. "She’ll be fine. She’s adapting."

Liz sighed and shook her head. "Just don’t send me flying, okay? Let’s do this gradually so I can adapt properly."

Watts respected Liz far too much to ignore her request. Unlike Layla, who was reckless and eager to prove herself, Liz was calculating and methodical.

He agreed to start at a manageable level, engaging in a progressive fight where he would gradually increase his strength as she adapted.

And so, the battle between them began. At first, the exchanges were simple.

Watts ensured that every move he made pushed Liz just beyond her limits, forcing her body to adjust in real time.

As she continued to adapt, the pace of their battle increased exponentially.

Within minutes, they were exchanging hundreds of blows, Liz growing faster and stronger with each passing second.

She was truly a warrior, and her training in martial arts allowed her to evolve even more quickly than expected.

At some point during their battle, Layla returned, bruised but standing tall. She took one look at the fight and pouted.

"Oh, come on! Why does she get the special treatment? Why aren’t you sending her flying like you did me? That’s so unfair!"

Watts and Liz both burst into laughter at her outburst, causing Layla to fume even more.

She felt betrayed, but before she could voice her complaints further, Nova swooped down and nestled against her chest, rubbing her tiny head against Layla in an attempt to soothe her.

"Tsk, whatever," Layla grumbled, stroking Nova absentmindedly.

The real training then began.

Watts fought against both of them at once, ensuring they were desperate enough for their bodies to adapt at an accelerated pace. But physical adaptation wasn’t enough.

He needed to prepare them mentally as well.

Using his control over Death Energy, he introduced a psychological challenge.

Without warning, he flooded their minds with visions of death—their own deaths, the deaths of their loved ones, the end of the world, endless despair.

Their worst fears materialized before their eyes, an unrelenting assault on their sanity.

Their bodies may have been adapting rapidly, but their minds were still untrained, unguarded against such mental warfare.

At first, they struggled. They screamed, fell to their knees, gripped their heads in agony. But Watts did not relent.

He continued the mental attack, forcing them to endure, to push through, to survive.

And slowly, they did. Their minds adapted just as their bodies had, hardening against the oppressive force of death itself.

This brutal training continued for an entire day.

By the end of it, both Liz and Layla stood before him, exhausted but victorious.

Because now, Watts will no longer have to worry about them being used as something to force him do someone else’s biding.

Without one being a really strong level 3, then these two could kick his or her ass.