I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware Chapter 15

When I went back ho that night, I was feeling a bit down. I guess I've always yearned for so comfort, but I didn't even realize it until now.

As I opened the door to my small, dimly lit apartnt, the sound of shuffling footsteps caught my attention.

My elderly neighbor, an old man in his seventies with a slight hunch and a walking stick, was approaching slowly from across the hall.

"Good evening, Grandpa," I greeted him with a faint smile.

"Oh, good evening, young lad," he said, his voice carrying the weight of age. "You know, so policen ca around earlier today when you were out with that little lad."

"Wait, policen?" I asked, my brows furrowing.

"Yes, yes," he said, waving a wrinkled hand dismissively. "They didn't say much, but they ntioned they'd be back tomorrow."

"Did they happen to be a man and a woman?" I pressed.

"No, two n," he replied with a shrug.

Then, after a pause, he added, "You seem like a nice lad, so if I were you, I'd take off tonight." He turned, tapping his stick against the floor as he made his way back to his apartnt. "I'm off to bed now."

I watched him shuffle away, a frown forming on my face. The police? Looking for ? That was a first. But why?

As far as I knew, I hadn't done anything unlawful recently. Well, except for the underground fighting, but even that was off-limits to the authorities unless they wanted to risk crossing so very powerful people.

Despite my attempts to rationalize, an uneasy sensation gripped , as if my entire body were trying to warn of imminent danger.

For soone as strong as to feel this level of unrest, it ant the threat was extraordinary.

I entered my apartnt quickly, locking the door behind . Walking briskly to my bedroom, I activated my technopathy.

My erald-green eyes turned an electric blue, and if anyone were close enough, they would have seen streams of data flashing within them like digital screens.

By the ti I reached my bed, I had hacked into the police database.

A virtual screen, visible only to , materialized midair, displaying a folder labeled Jack Wattson. It opened to reveal an extensive file detailing my entire life—my birthdate, my parents' deaths, my lifestyle, my relationships, even my underground fights.

One draft stood out imdiately: a direct order to detain until further notice. It wasn't signed, but the directive was marked as "from above."

"Above, huh?" I muttered under my breath, my mind already racing to figure out who was behind this.

Complex codes flickered across my virtual screen as I delved deeper into the system, using my na as the key.

Within seconds, I found what I was looking for: an order issued by none other than the Chief of Police, Hank McDonald. The reason for my detention wasn't specified, but the command ca directly from the mayor's office.

My frown deepened as I accessed the chief's phone records. Among the logs was a text from the mayor:

Soone needs Jack Wattson brought to him. Detain him until I give further instructions.

The ssage was vague, but it was enough to confirm my suspicions. Soone very influential wanted , and they were using the police to do their bidding.

Checking the mayor's phone didn't yield any further clues—he had covered his tracks well. Frustrated but undeterred, I stepped up my search.

Transforming into my cyborg form, I activated my full abilities. My body beca sleek and tallic, perfectly optimized for processing vast amounts of information.

Leaping from my window, I soared into the night sky, the city of Los Angeles sprawling beneath in a kaleidoscope of lights.

Hovering high above, I tapped into global telecommunication networks.

My mind rged with countless temporary storage systems where calls and ssages were stored before deletion. Information surged into my brain, overwhelming for anyone else, but manageable in my enhanced state.

I filtered the data relentlessly, isolating anything connected to my na. Most of it was irrelevant—chatter from distant relatives, old friends—but eventually, I struck gold.

On the dark web, an anonymous account had contacted soone nad "Shadow."

The account wasn't hard to crack. It belonged to a secretive governnt organization. And the person who controlled it? Raymond—a governnt agent who had tried to recruit after my fight with the Jury.

"So, this is how they want to play it," I murmured, a faint smile tugging at my lips.

Raymond's involvent confird my suspicion that the governnt was after . But the na "Shadow" intrigued even more.

This wasn't just anyone. Shadow was a legend in whispered circles, known as the strongest being alive. His abilities were said to be godlike, and his loyalty to the governnt made him their ultimate weapon.

No official database contained any information about him, not even the CIA. It was as if he didn't exist. But the gossip on the dark web painted a vivid picture: Shadow's ability was ti manipulation.

The revelation sent a chill down my spine. This wasn't just so hitman the governnt had sent after .

Shadow could move through ti, see the future, even erase soone from existence by undoing their very birth. He wasn't just a threat; he was a nightmare.

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Elsewhere in Los Angeles, Raymond was lounging in a luxury hotel suite, sipping whiskey as he stared out at the city skyline. His partner, Deline, was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

They had been given a three-day deadline to "handle" , and the first day had passed with little progress. But now, with Shadow on their side, Raymond felt an intoxicating sense of relief.

The call from Shadow had changed everything. If anyone could eliminate , it was him. Shadow's reputation was more than enough to guarantee success.

"Let's see you escape this ti," Raymond muttered, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

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Far from the city, deep in an isolated forest, a man sat at the peak of a hill, watching the sunset with calm detachnt. He appeared to be in his forties, with unkempt black hair, a rugged beard, and piercing gray eyes. His muscular fra exuded quiet power.

As the sun disappeared below the horizon, his eyes glowed faintly gold, and a five-pointed star encircled by a perfect ring appeared in his irises. The symbol began to spin, slowly at first, then faster, until the very air around him seed to distort.

The space in a kiloter radius shimred like fractured glass, revealing countless fractured reflections. Shadow gazed into these "mirrors," each one showing a different outco.

In so, he stood triumphant over my bloodied body. In others, the city lay in ruins, and I stood victorious amidst the chaos. The visions stretched endlessly, each more uncertain than the last.

Shadow's expression, usually stoic, flickered with intrigue. This was a first—an opponent whose future wasn't fixed, whose path was as unpredictable as a storm.

"Interesting," he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful.

As the mirrored fragnts dissolved, Shadow leaned back, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Let's see how you react," he said softly, "when your family suffers because of you."

His laughter echoed through the forest, cold and nacing, as the stars began to fill the sky.