Hanigog_Ronie

A/N: I have made a little clarification about the change in his abilities so for those who might want to know more, please re-read chapter 47.
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Watts is just your average 21-year-old, hustling to make a living in a world that seems to grow harsher by the day. By daylight, he works in the bustling chaos of the airport, hefting heavy luggage for passengers who barely notice him.

 By night, he trades punches as a kickboxer, channeling his frustrations into the ring. Life isn’t easy, but it’s his, and he’s making it work.

Until the day everything changes.

Watts wakes up one morning lying in a pool of his own blood on the cold floor of the airport’s luggage room, his mind blank about what happened.

 Was it an accident? An attack? He has no answers—just a splitting headache and a world turned upside down. Because when he comes to, Watts discovers something unbelievable: he can create anything. Anything.

Money, cars, weapons of unimaginable destruction. Galaxies, black holes, entire realities. All at the tips of his fingers. The possibilities are limitless, but so are the dangers.

 As Watts begins to explore the boundaries of his newfound power, he stumbles upon secrets buried deep within the world—secrets no one was meant to uncover.

Now, with his life spiraling into the unknown, Watts is faced with a choice: use his powers to better the world or risk losing himself entirely. But the deeper he delves into his abilities, the more he realizes the price of wielding such power might be more than he’s willing to pay.

Dive into Watts' Creation and follow his journey as he unravels the mysteries of his new reality, challenges forces beyond comprehension, and wrestles with the ultimate question: what would you do if you could create… everything

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

A/N: I have made a little clarification about the change in his abilities so for those who might want to know more, please re-read chapter 47.

The city lights of Hong Kong shimmered in the distance as Watts descended silently into a quiet clearing on the outskirts.

He decided not to attract attention and landed a few kilometers away from the city.

He powered down El Max, the sleek armor retracting into some kind of liquid metal that dissolved into him.

It left him in a simple jacket and dark jeans, his casual appearance at odds with the immense power he carried.

A few kilometers later, after hailing a taxi, he found himself cruising into the vibrant chaos of the city.

The street leading to his destination was a kaleidoscope of neon reflections in murky puddles.

Vendors shouted in Cantonese, their voices melding with the buzz of scooters and the occasional laughter spilling from dimly lit doorways.

CHAPTER 59