I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware Chapter 70

The leader of the facility stood at the edge of the operating room, arms crossed and eyes fixed on the unconscious forms of the two won strapped to the tallic slabs.

They were critical to the organization’s plan. Not just any prisoners—these were the family mbers of the Catalyst, Watts.

Capturing them had been a dangerous endeavor, one that required precise coordination and ruthless efficiency.

Now, as they lay before him, the leader allowed himself a rare mont of satisfaction.

He knew the value they held—not just as bargaining chips but as the foundation for what the Order sought to accomplish.

The organization’s work demanded sacrifices, and this family, connected to the Catalyst, was the key to fulfilling their ambitions.

He turned away from the room and walked through the sterile hallways of the facility.

The faint hum of machinery and the muffled voices of researchers filled the air. Everything seed to be running smoothly, just as it should.

The leader’s confidence in the facility’s ticulous operation was unshaken.

But then the alarms began to blare.

The sound was sharp and jarring, an unwelco disruption to the ordered rhythm of the lab.

Red warning lights bathed the hallways in a pulsating glow, casting long, ominous shadows.

The leader froze mid-step, his sharp features contorting into a frown. He imdiately extended his spiritual energy, a wave of unseen power radiating outward as he scanned the facility for intruders.

His energy spread quickly, sweeping through every corridor and room.

Nothing.

There were no signs of an attack. No hidden threats, no infiltrators. The facility wasn’t under siege.

Then what was the cause of the alarms?

The leader’s frown deepened, his irritation mounting as he clenched his fists. "Incompetence," he muttered under his breath. His voice was low but venomous.

Without wasting another mont, he teleported directly to the command center, appearing in a flash of light amidst the chaos.

The scene that greeted him only fueled his anger.

The room was in complete disarray.

Researchers and technicians scrambled between monitors, their faces pale with fear and confusion.

Fingers flew over keyboards, voices overlapped in frantic shouts, and the air was thick with a palpable sense of panic.

"What’s going on?!" the leader barked, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

Nobody responded.

He repeated himself, louder this ti, but still, no one acknowledged him. The technicians were consud by their own panic, too focused on deciphering the unfolding crisis to notice his arrival.

His blood began to boil.

The leader’s patience was thin at the best of tis, but this level of disregard was intolerable.

Failure wasn’t an option. Not for him. Not after the sacrifices he had made, the blood he had spilled in the Order’s na.

The thought of losing it all to so unseen adversary sent a chill down his spine, masked only by the fury burning in his chest.

His fingers twitched, his expression darkening with every second of silence. Finally, his anger erupted.

He reached out and grabbed the nearest worker, a young man hunched over a console, by the head.

Without a word, he tightened his grip, his imnse strength crushing the man’s skull as easily as smashing a ripe passion fruit.

Blood and viscera splattered across the console and floor, the grisly sound silencing the room in an instant.

Everyone froze.

Among the chaos, Dr. Elise bit her lip, her mind racing. The one that had just been killed was her close partner.

They had passed through thick and thin together, but here he was, in a pool of his own blood.

She had always questioned the Order’s thods, but now, with the alarms blaring and her colleague’s blood pooling at her feet, she wondered if this was her chance to flee—before the leader’s wrath turned to her.

The leader released the lifeless body, letting it slump to the ground, and turned his gaze toward the rest of the room.

His sharp, piercing eyes scanned the trembling figures before him, each one too afraid to even breathe loudly.

"Now," he said slowly, his voice low and dangerous. "Can soone explain to what the hell is going on?"

No one dared to move at first.

The leader’s reputation for brutality was well-known, and the fresh display of his violence was a stark reminder of the consequences of failure.

Finally, a trembling hand rose. A middle-aged man, shorter than most, with round glasses perched precariously on his nose, stepped forward. His knees wobbled beneath him, and his voice shook as he spoke.

"S-Sir," he stamred, his words barely audible.

"Speak up," the leader snapped, stepping closer to the man.

The shorter man flinched but forced himself to continue. "We... we’ve been hacked."

The leader’s expression didn’t change imdiately. For a mont, he stared at the trembling technician in silence, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Explain," he demanded.

The technician gulped, beads of sweat rolling down his temples. "A-All the data, sir. It’s... it’s gone."

"Gone?" the leader repeated, his tone deadly calm.

The technician nodded rapidly, his fear rendering him unable to elaborate further.

The leader’s eyes flicked to the nearest console, its screens filled with error ssages and empty directories. A muscle twitched in his jaw as the truth began to sink in.

Decades of research, thousands of files, and the culmination of countless experints—wiped out in an instant.

For a mont, the leader didn’t move. His face was unreadable, a mask of cold calculation that betrayed none of the storm brewing beneath.

Then, slowly, a smile spread across his lips.

It wasn’t a pleasant smile. It was sharp, dangerous, and filled with malice.

He turned to the trembling technician who had dared to speak and placed a bloodied hand on the man’s pristine white coat.

Wiping his hands clean, he patted the man’s shoulder with mock gentleness.

"Good," the leader said softly, his voice laced with venom. "Now tell ... who did this?"

The technician flinched at the question, but before he could stamr out a response, the leader raised a hand, silencing him.

"No," the leader continued, his smile widening. "I’ll figure it out myself."

The room was silent, save for the blaring alarms and the soft whirring of machines. Every researcher stood frozen, their fear hanging in the air like a suffocating cloud.

The leader stepped away from the trembling man, his bloodstained shoes leaving faint marks on the polished floor.

His gaze swept over the room once more, his mind racing with possibilities.

This wasn’t a simple accident. Soone had targeted them, and whoever it was would regret the day they crossed the Order.

And he already knew who it was, and he was happy the catalyst had co here.

After all this was part of the plan.