I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 98

Chapter 98: Chapter 98

Watts stood before them, his gaze sharp yet unreadable as he surveyed the six women who were now seated before him.

He exhaled softly and then called out, "Black?" His voice carried an air of command that resonated throughout the room.

At his call, the sleek metallic walls of the high-tech chamber responded immediately.

Six cylindrical tubes, seamlessly integrated into the architecture, extended from their hidden compartments, their glossy surfaces gleaming under the artificial lighting.

As the tubes locked into place, each of them opened with a low mechanical hiss, revealing their interiors—smooth, human-shaped enclosures designed to accommodate a single individual.

"These will help you grow stronger," Watts stated plainly, gesturing towards the open pods, his tone one of efficiency rather than explanation. "So, let’s get this started—"

Before he could continue, Liz, who had remained quiet until now, spoke up, her voice carrying a calm but firm authority.

"Watts?" Her piercing gaze, accompanied by a slightly raised eyebrow, demanded an answer he had not yet provided.

Layla, never one to miss an opportunity to add her commentary, chimed in almost immediately.

"Yeah, dude, why are you in such a hurry? Wait..." Her eyes widened as if a realization had just struck her.

"Are we invading someone’s lab?" She gasped theatrically, her voice lowering to a whisper as she glanced around, her suspicion evident.

Watts sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he processed their reactions.

He had been operating so efficiently—his mind constantly calculating, strategizing, processing a million scenarios at once—that he had momentarily forgotten how to slow down for others who didn’t possess his level of cognitive speed.

Maybe it was just that he had too much to do and not enough time to do it. Either way, he knew he needed to address their concerns before impatience took over.

"Okay, how about you guys get in first, and then we do the Q&A later, hmm?" he offered, a slight smile, then turning to Layla, he frowned and said.

"And no, this is my my lab. Jeez, why would you even think of that?"

Layla only showed her little tongue at him while Liz narrowed her eyes but didn’t argue further.

The four rescued women exchanged glances before finally stepping forward, it’s not like they had a choice here.

But they knew he wouldn’t hurt them, given the fact he was telling his own family to do the same.

Even then, they had already placed their trust in Watts this far, and despite their curiosity, they weren’t about to start doubting him now.

One by one, each of them approached the cylindrical tubes. The interiors adjusted automatically as they stepped inside, the cushioning material shifting to mold perfectly to their forms.

The moment they were securely inside, the tubes sealed with a smooth click and then retracted slightly into the wall, aligning at a slight vertical slant.

The sleek efficiency of it all was almost hypnotic.

As the last of them entered their pods, Black Box’s voice reverberated throughout the room. "Initiating procedure."

Watts then turned his attention to the two who remained. Layla crossed her arms and gave him a look that was half-annoyed, half-expectant.

"Alright, I’m going, I’m going," she muttered dramatically, pouting as she stepped toward the remaining tubes.

Liz followed close behind, though Watts caught a flicker of something unreadable in her expression.

She wasn’t entirely pleased, but she wasn’t resisting either. It was just Liz being Liz.

The moment both of them stepped inside, the tubes sealed, and the process began in full force.

The bonding sequence was the same one Watts himself had undergone to receive El Max—a revolutionary fusion of technology and biology that merged seamlessly with the user’s very cells.

This was no ordinary tech; this was something far beyond anything the world had ever seen.

These weren’t mere suits. They were living extensions of their wearers, designed to evolve alongside them.

The tech operated on an entirely new principle: instead of being a static piece of armor, it bonded at the cellular level, using the user’s natural strength as a baseline and growing stronger in tandem with them.

That meant that if they reached godhood, the tech would reach godhood with them.

And considering that each of these women possessed supreme human potential, there was no doubt in his mind that they would wield it like no one else.

Minutes passed, the process running smoothly.

Finally, the tubes emerged from the wall, and with another soft hiss, they unsealed, allowing the women to step out. The transformation was immediate.

Each of them looked down at themselves, marveling at the sleek, form-fitting suits that had seamlessly integrated into their very being.

The suits could shift and dissolve completely into their bodies, becoming an imperceptible part of them until needed.

And right now, their minds were flooded with new knowledge—their own AIs had activated, each one custom-designed to assist its user.

The invisible link between them was established instantly, a symbiotic connection that allowed for unparalleled efficiency.

Layla, always the first to test something new, grinned as she focused, and in an instant, her suit shifted, morphing into a stylish outfit. "Oh, hell yes!" she laughed, admiring the versatility of the nanotech.

The others were just as enraptured.

Selena and Natalie were exploring their HUDs, the holographic displays that provided them with real-time data, while others were testing their weapons.

Watts had already encoded most of the world’s advanced weaponry into the system, but what made the suits truly remarkable was their ability to scan any technology they encountered and instantly integrate it into their database.

They could adapt on the fly, making them practically invincible against conventional threats.

Even the most basic attacks were now enhanced by their strength.

A simple pistol from the suit would fire bullets that carried the same force as its wielder—and considering these women could already tear through reinforced steel with minimal effort, that meant the suit weapons could obliterate almost anything.

Of course, they could manually adjust the power output to keep things from getting too destructive.

Liz, who had seemed somewhat irritated before, was now smiling faintly as she observed the capabilities of her new gear.

Whatever had put her in a bad mood earlier seemed to have faded completely. She wasn’t the only one—they all wore similar expressions of awe, excitement, and newfound confidence.

After who doesn’t wish for a futuristic and se... ahem, beautiful sci fi suit? Answer is, no one.

Each of them was mentally communicating with their AIs, getting a full rundown of the suit’s functionalities, and testing out what they could do.

Watts stood back and watched, satisfied. This was exactly what he had envisioned. They were ready.

From within his mindscape, Nova, stirred briefly. She chirped softly in his mind before curling back up into sleep.

She was still young, still needed rest. After all, she had only been born a few hours ago.

Watts exhaled slowly, a small smile touching his lips. Everything was coming together.

Now, the real work could begin.

Watts smiled at them, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched their reactions to their new gear.

The excitement in the room was palpable, the rescued women testing out their newly bonded tech.

Layla gleefully shifting her attire with the nano-suit’s capabilities, and Liz inspecting the intricate interface on her wrist.

The rest of the group marveled at the smooth integration of their AIs, their voices buzzing in their minds, explaining functionalities and enhancements.

Watts let them have their moment, their excitement a testament to his genius.

After a while, he cleared his throat and asked, "So, am I now forgiven?" His tone was light, but there was an undeniable smirk on his lips.

Layla, ever the playful one, grinned back. "Oh, long before you even asked."

Liz, who was still swiping through a holographic display, nodded approvingly. "This is some good stuff."

The four rescued women, now clothed in the most advanced suits known to mankind, looked at him with awe and gratitude, offering their heartfelt thanks.

Watts simply waved a hand dismissively. "No need for all that. You guys will have your little chats with your AIs later, but for now..."

He paused, letting the moment linger, before flashing a mischievous grin. "We have life to enjoy."

The room quieted for a moment as the meaning of his words sank in. But Liz, always the voice of reason, crossed her arms and raised a brow at him. "Not so fast, mister. You still owe us answers."

Watts chuckled. He had expected that. "Alright, alright. What’s on your mind?"

Liz gestured around the vast metallic chamber. "For starters, mind telling us exactly what this place is?"

Watts turned to Black Box. "Give us some seats, will you?"

Immediately, the walls responded, as if alive, molding and shifting until seven sleek, ergonomic chairs extended from the metal.

The women watched in amazement, each taking a seat as Watts reclined comfortably in his own. He clasped his hands together and leaned forward.

"This," he began, gesturing around them, "is my personal sanctuary. A facility I built after I got my powers. We are currently sitting beneath Mount Everest."

Silence.