I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware Chapter 81

As Watts continued to read, he found himself slowly losing focus. The words on the page blurred slightly, his eyelids growing heavier with each passing mont.

It was strange—he rarely ever felt this kind of exhaustion, yet now, surrounded by the peaceful atmosphere, his body and mind seed to tell him it was okay to relax, that it was okay to let go.

The thought was almost tempting.

A soft exhale left his lips as he sank further into the plush couch. His muscles loosened, and his breathing steadied.

A warm, serene feeling washed over him, an overwhelming sense of security and peace, as if he had no reason to be on guard. And then, suddenly, he blinked—

And he was ho.

Watts found himself in his own room, the familiar sight of his neatly arranged bookshelves and the slightly ssy desk greeting him.

The warm afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the space. A strange sense of déjà vu filled him, but he didn’t question it.

He didn’t even wonder how he had gotten here.

Sothing tugged at the back of his mind, a fleeting thought that felt important, but the more he tried to grasp it, the more it slipped away.

It was like trying to hold onto water with his bare hands.

He shook his head slightly, exhaling in mild amusent.

A small chuckle left his lips. "Okay, this skill is pretty dub," he muttered to himself.

The mont the words left his mouth, the illusion shattered like fragile glass, reality flooding back in with crisp clarity.

He was back in the office, seated on the couch across from the veiled woman.

The feeling of peace and exhaustion vanished instantly, replaced by sharp awareness.

"I almost got lost in it," Watts admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

The woman across from him finally looked up from her book. For the first ti, her attention was fully on him.

A soft giggle escaped her lips. "I’m surprised you weren’t even affected."

Watts smirked. "Oh, don’t be deceived. I barely noticed."

They locked eyes for a mont, neither speaking. The silence stretched between them, turning heavier by the second.

Eventually, Watts rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out a small chuckle.

"Well, this is awkward," he muttered.

The woman’s eyes glimred with amusent behind her veil. "I’m Milly, by the way," she said at last.

Watts leaned back slightly. "I take it you already know who I am, but I’m Jack," he replied smoothly.

Milly tilted her head slightly, a playful glint in her eyes. "Jack, huh? I thought you preferred Watts."

Watts let out an exaggerated sigh, feigning disappointnt at being caught. "What? Jack is my first na," he defended with a small grin.

Milly chuckled softly. "Hmm, so you’re the one who’s beco a hot topic in the high-class circles." Her gaze studied him, as if trying to uncover so hidden truth.

Watts raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Didn’t know I was that popular."

To be honest, he really hadn’t expected to be gaining so much attention. After all, it had only been about a week since he had awakened.

The only significant thing he had done was his fight with Shadow, and even then, Shadow wasn’t particularly well-known in the hidden cities.

Other than that, he hadn’t done much to warrant such recognition.

And yet, it seed like everything he did attracted attention. He had no idea why.

Milly leaned forward slightly, resting her elbow on the arm of the couch. "How do you do it? All this attention?" she asked, studying him curiously. "You seem pretty ordinary to ."

Watts smirked and gave a lazy shrug. "Beats ."

Watts leaned forward slightly as the atmosphere in the modest office shifted. His gaze, still sharp from his earlier observations, fixed on Milly.

He couldn’t help but ask, "Why was I called here? I was on my way, and now you’ve brought here on your orders. What’s the purpose?"

Milly’s eyes twinkled behind her veil as she gave a slight, almost conspiratorial smile. "I have a deal for you," she said simply, her tone casual yet laced with an unspoken challenge.

Watts regarded her for a long mont, his mind working through the implications of her words.

Then, as if a long-forgotten thought sparked into awareness, he leaned back and asked, "How did you know I was here in the first place?"

A soft giggle escaped Milly as she tilted her head, the movent of her dark eyes playful.

"You’ll be surprised how news travels around here," she replied lightly.

In that mont, Watts recalled the subtle hints—a ntion from the woman who had given him the card to the tube transportation center, the furtive glances of the workers who had monitored his arrival.

It all indicated that his presence was under close surveillance, and these people took their business seriously indeed.

Watts frowned inwardly.

What buggered him the most was not just the ticulous tracking of his every move, but also the fact that people from a family so powerful at a galactic level were interested in him.

Though he was tempted to ask for details, he restrained himself.

Instead, he said coolly, "I’m listening."

His voice held a asured curiosity, a willingness to hear what kind of offer could possibly be worthy of such attention.

Milly’s smile widened, and she shifted on the couch.

With an elegant gesture, she reached for a small parcel resting on the side table and tossed it lightly toward him.

The package landed with a soft thud on the polished wood, drawing his attention.

"I assu you want to read this?" Watts asked, his tone half-teasing, half-intrigued.

He picked up the parcel carefully and unwrapped it to reveal a set of docunts—thick, ticulously organized papers filled with text and numbers that hinted at an intricate plan.

Watts scanned them quickly.

The docunts were overwhelming in volu, containing data that seed to span years of research and clandestine operations.

Realizing he wouldn’t have the ti to pore over each page manually, Watts activated his Eyes of the Universe.

In that instant, the intricate data cascaded into his mind.

Every detail, every nuance, every hidden line of code or encrypted mo was transmitted in a flurry of insight.

His mind absorbed the information in re microseconds, processing and categorizing it with superhuman efficiency.

But as the revelations sank in, a frown replaced his initial amusent.

What he uncovered made him uneasy. The deal on the docunts wasn’t simple at all—it was layered, complex, and carried risks that made his stomach churn.

Watts could see that the arrangent proposed was not a re transaction; it was a high-stakes gamble, one with strings attached that he hadn’t anticipated.

In that mont, his instincts told him that this deal might compromise more than he was willing to risk.

Almost imdiately after the flood of information, Watts snapped the parcel shut and tossed the docunts back onto the table with a swift, dismissive motion.

Milly raised an eyebrow at his words, intrigued.

She hadn’t expected him to process the information that fast.

She had assud he would at least skim through the pages, take his ti understanding the contents, maybe even ask questions.

Instead, he had rely glanced at it, and in the next instant, he had already grasped everything.

Milly tilted her head slightly, amusent flickering in her eyes. "You’re full of surprises," she murmured.

Watts ignored the remark and instead focused on the real issue at hand.

People like her could read docunts at incredible speeds—one of the many skills cultivated by those in the high-class society of the hidden world.

However, even she would have to flip through the pages, process the information section by section.

But Watts?

He had rely looked at it.

No flipping pages. No pausing to process.

Just one glance.

Her mind quickly assessed the implications.

’Seems he isn’t normal after all.’

Watts on the other hand was debating internally, his gut was telling him that whatever this deal was, it wasn’t going to be sothing simple.

Docunts with that level of detail and classified information weren’t handed over lightly.

"Now I’m worrying about this deal," he finally said.

Milly crossed her legs and leaned slightly forward, resting her elbows on her knees. The veil covering the lower half of her face fluttered slightly as she exhaled softly.

The air in the room seed to thicken as she raised an eyebrow at his reaction.

It was clear she expected him to be impressed, perhaps even nonchalant about the offer, but his guarded tone spoke of deeper concerns.

He didn’t elaborate further on his thoughts about the docunts, choosing instead to let the silence speak for itself.

There was sothing in the raw data—a risk or a trap—that unsettled him, and it wasn’t sothing he was ready to ignore.

For a long mont, neither spoke.

Finally, breaking the silence, Milly said in a asured tone, "So, what do you say, Watts? Are you ready to listen to our proposition?"

Watts offered a small, enigmatic smile, though the worry in his eyes belied his calm exterior.

He knew that this eting—this deal—could pivot the course of his future and that of the hidden cities.

And yet, in that mont, as he sat across from Milly with the docunts discarded between them, he only said quietly, "I’m listening."

Because according to those files, then this deal might really be sothing he could use right now.