Chaos Maker: The Wanderer

After watching Rekno's disappearing silhouette in the distant sky, I turned around. I started heading in the opposite direction toward the Gigantic Grey Walls, stretching as far as I could see with my normal eyes.

Despite the Gigantic Grey Walls seemingly being close, the truth was they were far. If I were a normal human, it would have taken at least a year to arrive, but luckily, I wasn't. If I was that far from the wall, why stop here? Well, I wanted to experience my creation and rate it afterward based on Final Chaos.

"I am still far from it. Oh well, it isn't that far anymore if I use magic." With that, I used magic and strengthened my physique to a monstrous degree.

In the blink of an eye, I disappeared from where I stood, racing toward the wall at a speed beyond the speed of sound—specifically, twenty times the speed of sound. If I maintained this pace, I could reach the wall in two weeks, and if I didn't stop to rest, I could make it in a week.

Just as I thought, in two weeks, I traversed vast valleys, towering mountains, thick forests, scorching deserts, frozen tundras, ruthless oceans, raging rivers, deep lakes, and icy wastelands, reaching the Wall on the last day of the second week. But on that journey, I wasn't just fighting nature—I was also battling the monsters that inhabited it.

In the vast valleys, I was chased by relentless carnivorous chickens. They resembled normal chickens, but only in appearance. These creatures were massive, towering over five meters tall. Their yellow beaks housed rows of shark-like teeth, and their plump, round bodies were covered in feathers of varying colors—white, black, brown, blue, or speckled patterns. Their heads were relatively small, with a red comb (a fleshy crest) on top and wattles (dangling red skin) below their beaks. Their short, pointed beaks were usually yellowish or pale in color.

They had sharp, small golden eyes and scaly, sturdy, and short yellow legs that ended in clawed toes. Their tails, long and upright, were adorned with feathers that could fan out slightly, and their wings, smaller than their bodies, gave them a comical appearance.

But don't underestimate them based on looks—doing so would mean instant death. Despite their funny appearance, they were terrifyingly fast. Using their short legs, they could reach a horrifying speed of Mach 20, delivering swift and powerful strikes with their claws or beaks, killing their prey with lethal precision. They used their wings to glide deep into the valleys or aid their jumps, flapping rapidly to stay airborne for a brief moment. Agile, highly perceptive, and reactive, they were deadly in speed combat.

Their favorite hunting strategy was ambush and sneak attacks, fully utilizing their speed. They typically hid in the valley shadows or perched above, waiting for unsuspecting prey to pass below before striking down in an instant, their victims never even realizing how they died.

When I arrived at vast and dry valleys, I was ambushed by these chickens and chased relentlessly. They weren't a threat to me, so I ignored them and continued traversing the valley with a horde of massive carnivorous chickens trailing behind.

When I got hungry, I killed some and made fried chicken out of them. I ate under a magic barrier I had conjured while, outside, thousands of large carnivorous chickens relentlessly banged against the barrier with sonic attacks. I used the same barrier to sleep safely when night fell.

It took me two days to travel across the valley before arriving at a vast mountain range.

The mountain range stretched for billions of miles in a straight line, its immense breadth spanning thousands of miles and containing hundreds of towering mountains. Each mountain stood at an altitude of at least hundreds of miles, with the tallest one I saw reaching around five hundred miles. The entire range was blanketed in snow, giving the mountains a striking white appearance.

Beneath the snow, the mountains were composed of glossy, beautiful black rock. If the snow ever melted, the mountain range's white expanse would transform into a dark and rocky surface.

In that mountain range, I did nothing but climb its snowy peaks and traverse its high-altitude lands at a relaxed pace. Throughout my journey, I encountered no signs of life whatsoever. The absence of life didn't feel threatening, so I ignored it. However, if I had to guess why there was no life here, it was likely due to a powerful entity claiming the mountains as its territory, either scaring off or killing anything that entered—even plants were not spared.

I crossed the mountain range in a single day. As I neared its end, with the sun beginning to set, a monstrous creature appeared, blocking my path—confirming my earlier suspicions.

It was a massive white bear, its fur shimmering under the sunset. Eight blue crystals protruded from its back in two symmetrical rows of spiky formations. Its claws, also made of blue crystal, gleamed menacingly. Its muscular physique was enveloped in thick white fur. This monstrous bear towered tens of thousands of miles high, dwarfing everything in the mountain range, making even the tallest peaks look like mere pebbles in comparison.

The bear locked eyes with me, and I stared back. Our gazes met.

An overwhelming magical pressure erupted from its colossal form, expanding infinitely across the land covering an area of infinite.

The earth trembled. An avalanche was triggered, sweeping across the mountains. Everything within range of its mana eruption was crushed under its oppressive presence. The weak fell unconscious instantly, while those of equal strength shrugged off the pressure as if nothing had happened.

In response, I opened the shadow dimension and summoned a shadow creature.

My shadow expanded, spreading over hundreds of thousands of miles behind me. A massive white dragon's head emerged, dwarfing even the monstrous bear. Its white scales shimmered under the sunset, its golden eyes radiated intelligence and power, and two long, white horns swept back from its skull. Jagged spines ran down its neck, adding to its intimidating presence. The dragon's mouth, lined with razor-sharp teeth each the size of the colossal bear before it, exhaled wisps of smoke, with the occasional flicker of molten breath visible in its throat. Its entire form radiated a black mist—a signature trait of the Shadow Creatures.

The moment the dragon's head appeared, the bear abruptly ceased releasing its overwhelming magical pressure. Meekly, it bowed its head to both me and the dragon.

With that, I exited the mountain range without further trouble.