I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware Chapter 71

The leader of the facility stood motionless, the news of the complete erasure of their stored data hitting him like a physical blow.

His thoughts raced, anger bubbling beneath the surface as his mind tried to process the implications.

Years of research, decades of progress, all gone in an instant. This was not sabotage from within. This was sothing more. Sothing he could feel but not yet comprehend.

Then, his instincts flared.

A ripple in space, subtle but unmistakable, surged through the facility.

To most, it would have been imperceptible, but to him, whose mastery of the spatial elent was unparalleled, it was as loud as a scream.

His narrowed eyes shot toward the direction of the disturbance—the lab.

Without hesitation, he teleported back to the lab.

The world around him shifted in an instant, and he reappeared amidst the sterile environnt of cold tal and harsh lights. His gaze swept the room—and his blood ran cold.

The lab was empty. The Catalyst’s aunt and sister, who had been strapped to the tables monts before, were gone.

Completely gone.

Not even the faintest trace of their presence lingered in the space.

The laboratory’s walls were laced with an alloy infused with null-energy fields, designed to disrupt any form of spatial manipulation.

Yet, sohow, the enemy had slipped through undetected, mocking the very technology they’d prided themselves on.

The leader’s body tensed, veins bulging as his fury erupted. "Just what the hell is going on?!" he roared, his voice echoing off the walls like a thunderclap.

’How the hell is he doing it?’ the leader wondered, after all from their information, he is incapable of such sophisticated thods.

The few researchers who had accompanied him into the lab monts earlier were trembling now, their backs pressed against the walls as they tried to make themselves as small as possible.

He wasn’t done.

Spinning toward the closest researcher, a woman whose face was pale with fear, he reached out.

His massive hand closed around her neck, lifting her off the ground with terrifying ease. Her choked gasps filled the air as she clawed at his arm, but there was no rcy in his eyes, only unrestrained rage.

"I said," he growled, tightening his grip, "what is going on?!"

The woman’s struggling slowed, and within monts, the life drained from her eyes.

He dropped her lifeless body unceremoniously to the floor, her white lab coat now stained with her own blood.

The other researchers recoiled, their terror palpable.

He looked at the body of the researcher and wondered why he was even killing them. This was the second one.

What was the point? But then again, his superiority complex struck again.

These people are beneath him, and if he killed them to satiate his anger, so be it.

He turned, about to issue another command, but then it happened again.

Another disturbance in the fabric of space, this one even more pronounced than before.

His head snapped toward its origin—the adjacent room, the one housing the eighteen young test subjects.

His expression darkened. He knew what he would find before he even teleported there, but the possibility that he was wrong kept a flicker of hope alive.

He disappeared from the lab and reappeared in the next room, a space filled monts ago with young girls, each a unique specin for the Order’s experints.

The room was empty.

Rows of once-occupied cots now lay barren, the lingering warmth of recently departed bodies the only evidence that anyone had been there at all.

His hands clenched into fists, the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. He could feel the rage boiling within him, a molten fury that demanded release.

His voice echoed through the room as he shouted again, "Just how the hell are you doing it?"

No answer ca.

The silence that followed his outburst was deafening, a void that only deepened his rage.

His mind raced, piecing together the puzzle.

The enemy was inside. Right here, within his domain. They had not only managed to erase the facility’s data but were actively taking the subjects.

The implications were staggering. This was not a simple act of rebellion or sabotage. This was the work of soone with knowledge, precision, and power.

Soone who could challenge him on his own terms.

The Catalyst.

Confusion struck him like a thunderbolt. Wasnt he supposed to be just a pretty boy in the normal word?

How the hell did he gain all this power, the knowledge and the access. Did he have help from soone powerful?

This is big news that he would have to report to his superiors, the catalyst had help.

But he would not let this stand.

"You think you can play gas with ?" he hissed, his voice low but venomous. "I’ll show you what happens to those who defy the Order."

Closing his eyes, he extended his power, letting his control over space ripple outward.

The entire facility, from the highest floor to the deepest sublevel, beca ensnared in his domain.

He reached further, expanding his influence beyond the building and into the surrounding forest, weaving a dense web of spatial locks that sealed every corner of the area for hundreds of kiloters.

If his enemy was using spatial manipulation to move the subjects, they would find no escape now. The entire area was frozen in space, an impenetrable cage of his making.

The effort drained him slightly, but he didn’t care. His anger fueled him, his determination unwavering.

This was his domain, his stronghold, and no one—not even the Catalyst—would walk away unscathed.

"If you think you can escape ," he muttered, a dangerous edge to his voice, "let’s see how far you get without space to run."

He glanced around the empty room one last ti, his fists tightening. Whoever was responsible would pay.

He would see to it personally. And when he found them, he would make sure they regretted every mont they had dared to stand against him.

The leader’s mind flashed to the last eting with the Grand Council. He’d boasted about his foolproof plan, promising results.

If the Catalyst escaped, it wouldn’t just be his reputation on the line—it could an his execution.

This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.