I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware Chapter 76

The towering skyscraper pierced through the sky like a spear of ambition, its glassy façade reflecting the vibrant lights of the bustling city below.

On the highest floor, nestled behind doors carved with intricate Chinese symbols of prosperity and dominance, lay an opulent office.

The sun streaming in through the glass windows, falling onto the little flowers and the simple garden on the other end of the office.

Creating a conducive environnt for a vacation.

It exuded power and elegance, its walls adorned with scrolls of ancient calligraphy, each word a fragnt of history that hinted at the wisdom and authority of its occupant.

The office had a simple mahogany desk with organized files on one end, a laptop in the middle and so other papers.

Behind the massive mahogany desk sat a middle-aged man, his presence dominating the room as much as the intricate décor.

His long, jet-black hair was streaked with dignified strands of silver, framing a face that bore both the sharpness of authority and the charm of ageless beauty.

A well-grood mustache and a slightly long beard gave him an air of sophistication, befitting his rank as one of the elusive level 5 existences.

Beings capable of bending the fabric of reality to their will, whispering commands to the laws of nature as one might instruct a servant.

Sitting on his lap was a petite young woman, her delicate features glowing under the soft light of the room.

She looked to be in her twenties, with the kind of beauty that seed almost ethereal.

Her dress, sleek and form-fitting, hinted at a eting of a far more intimate nature than business.

A faint blush colored her cheeks as she leaned closer to the man, their conversation low, private, and electric with tension.

Her dark eyes glead with a mix of awe and nervousness as she gazed at the man, whose lips curved into a rare, subtle smile—a smile reserved for monts such as these.

There lips coming closer in the heat of the mont, each lost in each other’s gazes.

The setting sun creating a beautiful spectacle as there lips t, ti freezing in that mont, the room filled with scent of nature.

The room’s charged atmosphere shattered abruptly when the heavy door swung open.

No knock preceded the intrusion, only the soft creak of hinges yielding to a force that neither cared for nor required permission.

The young woman’s head snapped toward the sound, her startled gasp breaking the silence.

The man behind the desk frowned deeply, his eyes narrowing as he turned toward the intruder.

The one who entered moved leisurely, as though he owned not just the room but the entire skyscraper. His steps were unhurried, his deanor utterly unbothered by the glares directed his way.

He appeared almost nondescript in appearance—his features ordinary, his clothes unassuming—yet there was sothing about him that exuded an unshakable sense of authority, a casual disregard for the power dynamics in the room.

The woman instinctively stepped back, her delicate hand clutching her chest as she stared wide-eyed at the man who had dared to intrude.

"Cant u ever knock?" the man behind the table asked, his voice betraying no emotion.

The intruder offered no response, his attention fixed instead on the man behind the desk.

This was the sa man that was taking tea at the facility where Watts’ family was held.

It was the sa man who even the Eyes of the Universe could not see through.

He strolled across the room, his movents languid, almost mockingly so, and without so much as a glance at the woman, he pulled out the chair opposite the desk and sat down.

Leaning back, he propped his legs up on the polished mahogany surface, his worn shoes resting disrespectfully atop the luxurious wood.

His posture was casual, his expression one of faint amusent, as though he were privy to a private joke.

The man behind the desk—one of the very rare level 5 existences—kept his composure, though the deepening furrow of his brows betrayed his growing irritation.

Level 5 beings were not accustod to being treated with such irreverence.

The air around him seed to ripple subtly, the faintest hum of power crackling like distant thunder.

It was a warning, a prelude to what could follow if this uninvited guest continued his disrespect.

"I asked a question?" the man asked, his voice low and steady, each word carrying the weight of his authority.

The woman, still trembling, stepped further back, her instincts screaming that the intruder’s nonchalant deanor was an affront that would soon provoke a terrible response.

The intruder, however, was unfazed.

He reached into the pocket of his unassuming coat and produced a small tal flask.

Unscrewing the cap, he took a slow sip, savoring the drink as though he were lounging in a café rather than sitting opposite one of the most powerful beings in existence.

The man behind the desk’s frown deepened. He raised a hand, a subtle gesture that caused the air in the room to grow heavier.

The intruder finally lowered the flask and t the man’s gaze, his smile widening ever so slightly. "Words are overrated," he said, his tone light and conversational. "But I’ll give you one: interesting."

The man’s eyes narrowed further, and the pressure in the room intensified.

Yet the intruder remained unaffected, sitting comfortably as though he were immune to the crushing aura.

He tilted his head slightly, observing the man behind the desk with an expression that bordered on boredom.

The level 5 existence clenched his fists, the hum of his power now a distinct crackle, like lightning preparing to strike.

And then, as suddenly as it had started, the oppressive atmosphere dissipated.

The man behind the desk straightened, his composure returning with practiced ease.

The woman rolled her eyes at all this act, composing herself, she started massaging the old man’s shoulders.

She looked at the intruder, sighed and said, "Gabi, you are such a jerk."

"Appreciate the complint Madam Lin," Gabi smiled.

Now alone with his uninvited guest, the man leaned forward, his hands clasped together atop the desk.

"You have my attention," he said, his tone asured. "You better make it count, you interrupted my good ti."

The intruder chuckled softly, lowering his feet from the desk and leaning forward to mirror the man’s posture.

"Oh, this will be interesting," he said, his voice tinged with amusent.

"Gabi, get to the point damn it," was the old man’s reply.