Then, he felt a forceful intent behind the gaze, which forced his consciousness back down to the Blue Orca, his assigned planet and the place of his slumber, halting his proliferation across the vast expanse of the multiverse and conditionally confining his influence to the Genesis Remnant Mountain Cluster.
Still under the influence of the proliferating forest desire to spread, Mike snorted at the dark skies that now stood above him, as though his contempt would reach the administrator directly.
"Placing such a challenge to my spread is nothing but an insignificant inconvenience. I will retake this reality, you will see."
Then, looking down at the expanse of the Genesis Remnant Mountain Cluster under his dominion, Mike felt an inhuman compulsion to proliferate. Mike snorted again for the second time in the span of one minute:
"Hmmph! Puny existences!" He commented as he focused on the Elt settlements, the Authority making their way towards his mortal vessel, and the influence of the second tier, which was chasing after them.
"I better use them as fuel before seeing who the imp is who dares resist my authority and figuring out how I can defeat them." He said, referring to the places where his spread was resisted.
With a flex of his will, he roused the power of his influence as he looked at the sky in defiance:
"You think placing such limitations on me would be any hindrance to my power? You think taking away my ability to automate my spread is an obstacle? You think placing the condition that I can only proliferate with the conscious will of my mortal vessel being dominant and through subordinates would stop me! Dream on! You forced me to slumber once given the tyranny of your power; watch as I grow and crush you and everything you've built."
He said.
Since he, the proliferating forest, was born from a parent tree, which happens to be a power that laid claim to the concept of birthing natural beings, nothing had been able to stop his virulent spread nor stand the weight of his might.
Even as a seed and a tiny sprout, he, being a Being then, was anything but weak. Unlike others of that unnatural class he had come across in his life, who were only characterized by their defiant and scathing will, which usually is so furious that they are recognized by the world, thus helping them to bend it to their favor, his was that and more. While he got the full benefits of being a Being, his will proved so scathing that it morphed into an ability [the Altering curse.] Which let him lay claim on any creature that dares to do so much as catch a gaze of him or stay under the covering of his shade or boughs, allowing him to twist their minds, sapience, or consciousnesses, or totally rob them of it. It also allowed him to progress it to the second stage of the transformation, turning them into a vessel of himself in the form of trees, no matter what creature they were. That had laid a foundation for his ascension into authority-hood.
As an Authority, his ability [Absolute Dominance] was one of a kind. It allowed him control of all concepts—time, matter, space, tangibility, aura, and more—on anything his scathing, defiant, and tyrannical will had laid a claim to. As a power, he laid claim to the concept of conquest, crushing or totally obliterating anything that stood in the way of the execution and establishment of his will in any place or dared to stand in the way of his being and intentions as he made to take over vast swathes of territories. It granted him an attribute that had made the whole of this reality come to dread him, the eater attribute.
With the attribute, he could eat anything and turn it into fuel for his being. Anything he eats disappears from all timelines and records; even the close relatives of creatures he ate forget that they ever existed. Even worse, he could eat reality in itself: time, space, matter concepts, and all, with every existence forgetting that that part of reality ever existed. As an influence, he laid claim to the authority of subjugation, which let him bring anything affected by any facet or even the totality of his being into his total control, allowing him to make them either into an extra limb, that is, an extension of himself, or just assimilate them into his being. At that point his first ability had grown in quality and gained a newer attribute: curse eater. While the increase in quality now allowed him to effect the Altering curse through his will instead of through the previous conditions, the new attribute, curse eater, allowed him to take control of any similarly powerful curse lying in his path—and lying around could very well mean being in the control of another.
The combination of all these attributes made him the proliferating forest, the being that inspired dread in all beings across the multiverse.
Since that time until now, nothing had left an impression of indomitability on him like the proliferating forest. What was even worse was that it wasn't even trying to pass off that image.
His first encounter with them had been at the dawn of the fragmentation. They had come with two choices: either he slept or was killed, with his powers fragmented and placed in different items, which, when later discovered by anyone, would give that person the portion of his abilities stored in the item they discovered.
He knew he could not successfully resist.
He knew himself to be powerful; no one had to tell him that. Three universes that made up the multiverse were already firmly under his direct and total control, with himdirectly responsible for the total destruction of a fourth one when the inhabitants of it sided with an enemy of his, thus forcing him to annihilate all life and destroy all planets that could be inhabited by any other lifeform, as well as all natural phenomena in that universe. Even at that, he still held about one-third to one-fourth of the area in most universes that made up the multiverse, an area of influence that was still growing, with him not having any presence in just three out of the 353 universes that made up the multiverse, his power growing with the more area he conquered.
Yet, he knew he could not beat the administrator. Aside from the administrator existing outside the bounds of concepts and reality itself, he drew power from what felt like and seemed to be the… source of all existence? The center and nexus of all reality? Whatever it was, it made them impossible to beat. He had seen existences that would have constituted a threat to him, if they had fixed their mind to it, fall effortlessly to the administrator when they tried to resist.
So, not wanting his hard-earned accomplishment to be claimed by some wannabe adventurer after being needlessly killed, he chose to slumber. Who would have thought that the administrator would find a loophole in their agreement, exploiting his unwillingness to kill creatures born within the bounds of his influence and his fierce hands-on protection of them against him, bringing him under the laws of fragmentation in a different form and under different clauses through it?
Hence, he despised the administrator and wanted nothing more than to grow more powerful to the extent that, even if he could not best them in a confrontation, he would at least not feel helpless before them.
You think that you have finally gotten to me? Watch carefully as I gradually turn the mortal you gave control over me into another vessel of mine.