I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware
Chapter 44

Chapter 44: Chapter 44

Watts walked slowly, his footsteps deliberate as he ventured deeper into the dense forest.

According to the map etched into his mind, he was in the southern region of the largest continent on this alien world.

This continent was a land of extremes, dominated by vast forests and towering mountains.

Floating land masses hovered like sentinels above rocky hills, while patches of grassland broke up the wild chaos below.

His destination lay just a few kilometers ahead, deep within the core of the forest. There, he had sensed an aura so potent that his ridiculous luck practically dragged him toward it.

His Eyes of the Universe pulsed faintly, guiding his gaze to a colossal tree at the heart of the forest.

Its ancient trunk rose high above the canopy, its gnarled branches cradling an enormous nest that seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy.

From within, he could feel the aura calling to him, vibrant and raw, pulling at his very essence

Inside was a nest, in which an egg rested, pulsating with power and radiating the aura that called to him.

However, the core area of the forest was no sanctuary—it was a gauntlet. It teemed with beasts of immense power, creatures whose strength rivaled level-4 existences.

Curiosity had already pushed him to test his abilities, his Eyes of the Universe glowing faintly as he tried to manipulate reality itself to claim the egg by teleporting it to his hands.

But the attempt was met with resistance—an invisible wall of power that sent a sharp jolt through his mind.

The system’s response came swiftly, an impassive reprimand to his overconfidence.

[Host’s level is too low to manipulate the reality of a high-tier being.]

He sighed.

There would be no shortcuts this time. If he wanted that egg, he would need to tread carefully, avoiding detection by creatures whose senses and instincts far surpassed anything on Earth.

It was a task that seemed impossible, it really was—if not for his trump card.

Luck.

His extreme, almost absurd luck, that he could now control.

Watts’ lips curled into a wide grin as he continued forward, his mind racing with possibilities.

Each step brought him closer to an adventure unlike any he had faced before. This uncharted territory, brimming with danger and mystery, promised challenges that would push him to his limits.

And that was precisely why he couldn’t wait to see what awaited him.

So Watts moved deeper into the forest, the air thick with the earthy scent of moss and ancient wood.

Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, dappling the ground with golden patches, but even the serene beauty couldn’t mask the oppressive energy of the beasts lurking nearby.

The map in his mind pulsed faintly, guiding him forward while marking every powerful aura around him.

He adjusted his path constantly, weaving through dense undergrowth and slipping past massive, gnarled roots that jutted out like natural barricades.

Constant growls and grunts of animals heard, but none of them came even closer to him.

He was using his luck to change the probability of the beasts finding him, Watts weaved through the foliage.

However at one point, he froze mid step. An aura way ahead of the current him suddenly locked onto him.

His heart thumped in his chest like a drum, his blood quickened and a cold shiver ran down his spine.

The underbrush parted with a rustling like dry leaves, and then the forest fell silent. A gigantic snow-white wolf emerged, its massive frame effortlessly parting the foliage.

Its piercing blue eyes locked onto Watts, cold and calculating, freezing him in place.

Each breath it exhaled seemed to chill the air between them, turning the moment into something far more primal and terrifying.

Now, Watts could control luck to take him through some situations, but then luck was a funny thing.

Luck was a fickle ally, bending reality in his favor but always demanding a price.

Watts could nudge probability, tilt the odds, but the outcome wasn’t always what he expected—or wanted.

Luck didn’t care about morality or reason; it followed its own chaotic logic.

It was a concept that didn’t follow logic, after all, luck may decide that Watts dying now would bring more benefits.

And it will let you die, even when you try so hard not to, it will manipulate your actions to lead you straight to death, just so he could benefit from death or something.

So now that he had met with a beast face to face, something which should have been impossible since he was focusing almost all his strength in not letting it happen.

He knew that his luck was about to do something ridiculous.

Maybe it may make him be chased all around the forest just so he could get an opportunity.

So Watts waited, he wanted to first determine what this dude was up to before he could take off.

"..."

But even after a minute, the wolf just kept staring at him, unblinking.

Watts’ instincts screamed at him to run, to fight, to do something—anything to break the oppressive stillness.

But his body betrayed him, locked in place by an aura so powerful it felt as though the forest itself held its breath.

His chest tightened, and the weight of the wolf’s gaze pressed down on him like a physical force.

Yet, it simply stared, its piercing blue eyes locked onto his with an unnerving intensity.

Then, unexpectedly, the wolf spoke.

Its deep, resonant voice echoed directly in his mind, bypassing his ears.

"You are not what I expected."

Watts’ breath caught. His mind scrambled to make sense of the situation. A speaking beast? Telepathy?

No—this was something else. The voice carried an ancient weight, as though it had existed far beyond the timeline of this world.

"Do you know why you’re here, boy?" the wolf continued, taking a slow step forward. Each movement seemed deliberate, its massive paws making no sound on the forest floor.

Watts opened his mouth to respond, but no sound came out. His body was frozen—not by fear, but by some invisible force emanating from the wolf.

"No, you don’t. Not fully," the wolf answered itself, its tone tinged with something like disappointment.

The wolf circled him slowly, and as it did, the forest around them seemed to change.

The vibrant greens dulled, the mist thickened, and the air grew heavy with an otherworldly charge. It was as if reality itself was bending around the creature.

"You think you came here to take," the wolf intoned, its voice low and resonant, echoing with a timeless authority "But this world has rules, boy. And it has guardians."

Suddenly, the wolf stopped and tilted its head. A flicker of something unreadable passed through its blue eyes.

"Perhaps... it is not entirely your fault. Your luck is meddlesome, reckless. You are a walking storm of unintended consequences."

Watts tried to summon his power, to activate his Eyes of the Universe, but they refused to respond. A warning flashed in his mind:

[System interference detected. Unable to access Eyes of the Universe.]

A bead of sweat trickled down his temple. For the first time since stepping foot on this alien world, Watts felt the crushing weight of insignificance.

His powers, his luck, his ambitions—all of it seemed laughably small under the ancient scrutiny of the wolf.

The realization clawed at him, more suffocating than the dense forest air.

The wolf leaned closer, its breath cold against his skin.

"Do you know what lies in the egg you seek?"

Watts shook his head, finally able to force out a hoarse whisper. "No."

The wolf’s gaze bore into him, and a grim smile—not a friendly one—seemed to cross its lupine face.

"Good. You’re not meant to. Not yet. But your meddling has set events in motion that cannot be undone."

The wolf backed away, its towering form fading slightly into the mist.

"I should kill you now, end this before it begins. But..." it paused, as though considering something profound, "perhaps you are the chaos this world needs. Or perhaps you are its doom."

The wolf tilted its head back, and a mournful howl erupted from its throat, reverberating through the forest like a thunderclap.

As the sound faded, the air seemed to ripple, and the oppressive mist receded, peeling away like a shroud.

The wolf was gone, leaving only the faint echoes of its warning lingering in the stillness.

Watts staggered back, his chest heaving. His powers slowly returned, the system pinging notifications at him in rapid succession:

[System interference lifted.]

[Warning: Probability of survival reduced by 27%.]

[Additional Luck granted: Extreme Tier.]

Watts stared at the spot where the wolf had stood, his mind racing.

The wolf wasn’t just a beast—it was a sentinel, a protector of the fragile equilibrium this forest relied on.

Watts had crossed an invisible boundary, his reckless pursuit of the egg drawing the attention of forces he didn’t fully understand.

The wolf’s words lingered in his mind, a warning and a prophecy intertwined.

He had started to believe that luck would always be his shield, his guiding light in the chaos.

But right now, his luck hadn’t provided a solution—it had thrust him into a problem far bigger than he could have imagined instead.