I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware Chapter 91

That was when he rembered the people he had rescued from the lab.

His brows furrowed slightly as he considered them. There was sothing strange about the whole situation.

The Order operated across the entire galaxy, controlling countless planets and species. Logically speaking, their experints should have involved a variety of different races.

And yet, all of the people Watts had saved from the lab were human. Not a single alien among them.

It was odd, but he didn’t have ti to dwell on it. Not now, anyway.

Instead, an idea ford in his mind. He could turn them.

Of course, not into generals. That position was special and limited to only four people. But he could still turn them into Supre Humans.

Even the standard form of the race was ridiculously overpowered in its own right.

A normal Supre Human could adapt and evolve a million tis faster than a regular human, making them incredibly formidable.

It might not sound like much at first, but the difference was astronomical.

If a normal Supre Human needed a hundred punches to fully adapt to a stronger opponent’s strength, then a General Supre Human—like Liz and Layla were becoming—would only need ten punches.

And as for Watts, the progenitor? He would only need half a punch.

The implications were staggering.

In a real fight, a normal Supre Human would never be able to defeat a General Supre Human, no matter what.

Even a surprise attack would be useless. The instant a General was struck, their body would imdiately adapt to the attack’s strength, rendering further attempts ineffective.

And for Watts himself? Well, there was practically no comparison.

This was an ability that effectively made him the ultimate evolving entity—a living, breathing Doomsday.

The more he fought stronger opponents, the more his strength would grow to match theirs.

It was an endless cycle of power accumulation, all without any of the usual side effects or drawbacks.

His race was built for perfection, for limitless growth. And the best part? Supre Humans also possessed an extended lifespan and vastly superior cognitive abilities.

Their brains functioned hundreds of thousands of tis more efficiently than those of normal humans, making them not just physically superior, but intellectually as well.

Watts made up his mind. He would offer the people he had saved a chance to beco sothing greater.

And, as a bonus, since he was their progenitor, he would never have to worry about betrayal.

If any of them ever thought of turning against him, he would know imdiately, and ending their existence would require nothing more than a single thought.

With that decided, he disappeared from the room in an instant, his body vanishing in a blur of energy.

In the next mont, he reappeared at the location where the rescued individuals were staying.

He had created a makeshift city for them, a place where they could find refuge and rebuild their lives. But now, it was ti to offer them sothing far greater than re survival.

It was ti to build his army of Supre Humans.

As Watts materialized in the sky above the settlent he had built for the rescued captives, his presence did not go unnoticed. The mont his figure appeared, shimring into existence as if the very air bent to his will, the people below began reacting in various ways.

So gasped in shock, instinctively flinching away as though expecting an attack. Others looked up with guarded expressions, their eyes filled with wariness.

So of the younger ones—those who had known nothing but captivity within the sterile white walls of the lab—trembled as their mories surfaced, fear gripping them even in the face of their newfound freedom.

Then there were those who looked upon him with trust, with sothing akin to hope glimring in their eyes, recognizing him as the one who had freed them from their nightmares.

Watts observed all of this, taking in the range of emotions coursing through the crowd. The trauma many of them carried was evident, as clear as the scars so bore on their skin. He couldn’t bla them for their reactions.

After all, so of these people had never known a world outside of experintation and cruelty. To them, the idea of true freedom, of choice, was foreign. He had to be careful with his words, asured in his approach.

With a re thought, the environnt around them shifted. The open ground transford seamlessly into a grand stadium, complete with rows upon rows of seating, forming a vast amphitheater where all could sit. So gasped at the sudden change, while others hesitated, uncertain. Watts, standing at the center of it all, motioned toward the seats, his voice carrying effortlessly across the assembled crowd.

"Take a seat," he instructed, his tone firm yet inviting.

For a few monts, there was nothing but silence and hesitation. So glanced at one another, waiting for soone else to make the first move. Eventually, one individual, a man with sharp features and cautious eyes, stepped forward and took a seat. Others soon followed, so reluctantly, others with a resigned sigh, until at last, the entire gathering was seated.

Watts took his ti, allowing them a mont to settle before he finally spoke. "I brought you all here today because I have a proposition for you," he began, pausing montarily to let his words sink in.

He didn’t miss the way so of them tensed at the word "proposition." It was clear that many had grown wary of deals and offers, no doubt conditioned by their past experiences. He had expected this reaction.

He continued, "It’s not mandatory. You have your freedom. You have the choice to accept or refuse. Since you have already agreed to work under , I am offering you sothing that will ensure your strength and survival."

At this, the tension in the air shifted slightly. Interest flickered in the eyes of several individuals, though there were still those who remained skeptical. He smiled faintly and pressed on.

"This is an opportunity to upgrade your race—to beco sothing greater than what you are now. Sothing... incredible."

Murmurs spread among the seated crowd. So leaned forward, intrigued, while others scoffed under their breath, doubt evident on their faces. One particularly brash young man in the front row stood abruptly, his expression skeptical. "And what’s the price?" he asked, his voice laced with distrust.

Watts t his gaze calmly. "There is no price," he stated simply. "No contracts, no hidden costs. And before any of you ask, no, I am not using dark powers to do this."

That statent seed to strike a nerve, as Watts noticed several people stiffen, their suspicions still lingering. But he wasn’t concerned about convincing them with words. Actions would suffice.

Raising his right arm, he spoke with authority. "Do not resist."

A second later, the transformation began.

At first, there was no visible change, only a sudden, overwhelming sensation that spread through each of their bodies like wildfire. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that reached deep into the very core of their being. Their blood began to surge through their veins at impossible speeds, and an unsettling heat built up within them. So of them clenched their fists, their bodies instinctively tensing, while others gasped as if struggling to catch their breath. It wasn’t pain exactly—more like an overwhelming pressure, as if every cell in their bodies was awakening for the first ti.

Those who had spent their entire lives being subjected to experints and suffering barely flinched. Compared to what they had endured in the labs, this was nothing. They sat still, their expressions hard, barely reacting as the transformation ran its course. So simply closed their eyes, as if ditating through the process.

And then, within monts, a brilliant blue light enveloped them all.

The energy cocooned them, shielding their figures from sight, pulsing with an almost hypnotic radiance. To anyone watching, it would have seed as though they were being reborn within those glowing shells of power.

Watts, using his Eyes of the Universe, quickly assessed their transformation period. Unlike Layla and Liz, who would take almost an hour to erge, the captives only required ten minutes. A significantly shorter tifra. That ant he had so ti to himself before they awoke.

With that, he disappeared from the scene, reappearing within the confines of the literal realm, where Layla and Liz’s cocoons still pulsated with raw energy.

Nova was there, her small body still and focused as she watched the cocoons intently, as if ensuring their safety. Watts couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He walked forward and gently picked her up, cradling her in his arms as he took a seat, rubbing the soft feathers atop her head.

"You know they’re safe here, right?" he murmured, feeling the tiny creature press against his chest. "You don’t have to... you know, worry so much."

Nova, in response, rely closed her eyes, nestling deeper into his hold.

Yap.