I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Chapter 95

To them, Watts had just ascended beyond mere mortality, and the sheer intensity of his aura had ingrained an unshakable terror into their minds.

No one, not a single one, would dare think of betraying him now—not after experiencing firsthand what he was capable of.

Liz, however, frowned at the sight before her.

She had known Watts long enough to recognize when he was up to something, and this certainly wasn’t just a simple talk.

"What did you just do?" she asked, her voice carrying both curiosity and concern.

Watts simply shrugged. "Just a little intimidation."

If the four chosen ones had the courage to speak up, they might have corrected him—’little’ was not the word they would use to describe what they had just endured.

But they were far too shaken to say anything at the moment.

With that out of the way, Watts dismissed the rest, instructing them to return to their training while he turned his attention back to the four, who still refused to meet his gaze.

He smacked his lips in mild annoyance before motioning for them to introduce themselves.

The first woman, a tall redhead with an air of seriousness about her, spoke first. "Natalie," she said in a professional tone.

Beside her stood another woman with long, dark hair and a goth-like presence. "Morgana," she introduced herself, her voice soft yet firm.

Both women had a certain poise about them, elegant yet sharp, and though they were different in demeanor, they shared the same look of competence.

Next, the younger recruits stepped forward. The first was a dark-skinned girl who, despite her efforts to suppress it, seemed naturally cheerful. "Selena," she said, offering a small smile despite the lingering fear.

The last was a light-skinned with short dark hair who appeared... just normal.

"King," she stated simply.

Watts nodded approvingly. "No need to be afraid of me," he reassured them. "As long as you don’t betray me, of course."

His attempt at easing their nerves worked—if only slightly.

The four seemed to relax just a bit, enough that Watts felt confident they wouldn’t be stiff and robotic around his family.

Then, as expected, Layla couldn’t resist taking a jab at him. "Yeah, seriously, he’s just been chasing girls recently in high school, nothing too special," she quipped with a smirk.

That comment did wonders. The four visibly relaxed even more, the idea of their near-godlike benefactor being nothing more than a high school boy chasing after girls was absurd enough to break some of the tension.

Watts, however, turned his gaze toward Liz, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Hmm, Aunt, don’t you think it’s time for another spar?"

Layla, who instantly recognized the look he was giving her, knew exactly what was happening—he was planning to make her pay for that quip.

Without hesitation, she dashed toward Liz, clutching onto her arm while acting as innocent and adorable as possible. "Aunt Liz!" she whined, "Look, he’s bulling me."

Liz, highly amused by her niece’s antics, raised an eyebrow at Watts. "You’re not seriously picking a fight with your little sister over a joke, are you?"

Watts crossed his arms. "A lesson in consequences is important for character development."

Layla gasped dramatically. "You see, Aunt? He’s a tyrant!"

Their playful banter filled the room, momentarily dissipating the heavy atmosphere that had settled over them.

Even Nova, who had been largely uninterested in everything so far, chirped softly from where she rested atop Watts’ head, seemingly entertained by the scene.

Watts leaned back slightly, his usual confident smirk gracing his face as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Now all I need you to do is go back home and enjoy all my wealth, of course not forgetting proper training every day."

He said this with a casual grin, but Liz’s eyes narrowed as she caught the underlying tone of evasion in his voice.

"And where are you gonna be?" Liz asked, her sharp gaze pinning him down. Watts sighed internally, already expecting this line of questioning.

Before he could answer, Layla rolled her eyes dramatically and smirked.

"Why do you care, Aunt? Let’s just go chop some money and forget about him, okay?"

She flipped her hair and smirked mischievously, earning herself a well-deserved middle finger from Watts.

Liz chuckled at this, but her expression quickly returned to one of inquiry, her eyebrow arching expectantly.

Watts sighed, scratching the back of his head, looking away in mild embarrassment. "Uh... I will be going for some adventure, or something like that," he mumbled.

Liz’s expression shifted to one of complete disbelief. She folded her arms and mimicked his voice in an exaggerated, cartoonish tone.

"On an adventure..." She then paused dramatically before continuing in an even more ridiculous voice, "or something like that. Seriously?"

The way she mimicked the cartoon voice without even a change in her expression, like she was very very serious yet doing something as ridiculous as that was a mystery of its own

Layla couldn’t hold it in anymore. She burst out laughing, clutching her stomach.

"Ah, good one, Aunt. You’re pretty good at this!" she managed between gasps of laughter.

Liz looked at Layla with a slight tilt of her head, as if genuinely surprised by her own comedic talent.

Holding her chin as though in deep thought, she mused, "Oh my. Didn’t know I could do that."

A small giggle escaped her lips as she reached out and hugged Layla, who was still hunched over, laughing her guts out.

For a moment, just a fleeting moment, Watts let himself bask in the warmth of their laughter, the joy of their presence.

A soft, almost unnoticeable smile crossed his lips. It was in these rare moments, surrounded by his family, that he could feel the weight on his chest lift—if only a little.

But the weight never truly left.

It sat there, ever-present, a silent specter looming over him.

He could fake smiles, he could act calm and collected, he could throw himself into the role of the overprotective brother and nephew, but none of it would ever change what he had done.

None of it would erase the memories that haunted his every waking moment.

The past clung to him like chains, unbreakable, unrelenting.

That one notification...

It echoed in his mind like a bell tolling a death knell.

The system message that informed him of his ability shift. It had been an innocent enough message at the time, a simple change in abilities.

He had even been excited, eager to test the limits of his newfound power.

But what he had unleashed...

It had spiraled out of control faster than he could have ever anticipated.

Death—pure, unfiltered death—had poured from his body, an uncontrollable force that spread like wildfire.

He hadn’t been ready for it. He hadn’t understood it. And because of that...

Because of that, an entire galaxy suffered.

He had watched, powerless, as life was snuffed out in an instant. Planets crumbled, civilizations vanished, families torn apart in a mere breath.

And the worst part?

He had loved it.

In those moments, as the energy flowed through him, as the sheer force of death itself surged and consumed, he had felt something he never had before—pure, raw ecstasy.

Each life extinguished had only fueled him further. He had felt the fear, the horror, the agonizing last moments of every single being that perished at his hands.

And he had savored it.

The sensation of each soul slipping away, feeding into his power, making him stronger, had been intoxicating.

By the time he had finally managed to regain control, it had been too late. Eighty percent of the galaxy’s life forms—gone.

Entire planets left barren, stripped of everything they once held dear. And all of it, every last death, was because of him.

Even now, standing here with his family, the laughter still ringing in the air, he could not shake the weight of that sin.

He could not look at Liz or Layla without wondering how many families like theirs he had destroyed.

How many sisters had been torn apart from their brothers? How many aunts had been left mourning? How many children had cried for their parents as death claimed them?

It was a burden he would never allow himself to forget.

And that was why he could never stay. Why he could never just sit back and ’enjoy his wealth’ as Layla so easily suggested.

He had to move forward.

He had to get stronger. Because maybe, just maybe, one day, he could find a way to undo what he had done.

Maybe one day, he could make it right.

But until then, all he could do was keep moving. Keep pushing. Keep striving to ensure that he never, ever lost control like that again.

His thoughts were broken with Layla saying, "You should do that often, it’s great."

And his aunt only rubbed her head with a smile.

The laughter of his family slowly faded into the background as he stood there, lost in his thoughts. His fists clenched at his sides, the smile slipping from his face.

The shadows of his past loomed large, and he knew, no matter how much he wanted to stay in this moment, no matter how much he longed to keep this warmth close to him...

He had a long road ahead.

One that he would have to walk alone.

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A/N: PLIZ READ.

Now I have received quite some... well, let’s call it criticism from some of you about how Chapters are always jumbled, sometimes repeating each other and all that shit.

I had mention why in some of the previous Chapters but I guess some of you didn’t bother to read.

The thing is my inkstone, particularly for this novel is fucked up. That’s the summary of it all.

So please, if you find the mother fucking Chapter jumbled, just leave it and come back the next day, it will have reset.

Hope I have answered your dissatisfaction.