The void is an interesting place. There is no life like there is in the myriad realms of the Balamier Universe. Instead, there were different amalgamations of void energy floating about, behaving in the way of beasts of different sorts. They were violent in nature, seeking only to devour the creations of the Heavens to gain sentience, the ultimate goal of their species. However, the energy they possess is immensely powerful and useful. It is the most perfect version of energy discovered in existence, meaning many covetous people are searching for ways to utilize its power. Yet, no one, other than in a previous time, has ever managed to do so until now.
Situations often repeat themselves, and as the first person to utilize the void energy before he was sent backwards in time, he was the first this time as well. His new body was incomparable to anything ever known, far surpassing what was previously thought possible by the creations of the Heavens. It is nearing a mysterious level that not many know exists, yet they still dream of reaching it. The level of Absolute Origin. Being so close to perfection, only creation itself will be capable of improving you further. The only thing holding Samuel back from reaching such heights is his cultivation. His body naturally wants to remedy this, which caused the phenomenon seen earlier. The equivalent of millions upon millions of realms worth of energy was eagerly surging towards Samuel’s body in the depths of the void. Any and all voidlings within a certain range were dismantled into pure energy to join the ever-growing ocean.
Even as days, weeks, months, and years went by, the ocean did nothing but grow in size. It didn’t matter if Samuel’s body began to absorb more energy; it would simply grow faster too. Luckily for Samuel, this process was not painful in itself, but being trapped in absolute darkness and being penetrated by unwanted energy was still unpleasant. The only thing keeping him from complaining was the fact that his cultivation was increasing at a rapid pace. From the Mortal Stage all the way to the peak of the True Cultivation stage. His power now surpasses his past self by manifold. Yet, instead of allowing his cultivation to break through, he was trying to break free from the energy ocean. Samuel was not willing for time to be reset again after reaching the enlightenment stage. That shit was too wack. He would much rather figure out how to safely level up. But more important than all of this was the fact that he was bored. He could stomach his situation no longer.
“Why does my time sphere still not function? Goddamnit, this stinks. Concentrating in this sort of environment is too difficult. Focus, Samuel; all you need to do is create a mass control technique capable of bending the fabric of reality to your will. It’s too easy for someone like you. Someone so talented and intelligent should be able to do this in no time!”
But he wasn’t. Stuck restraining his cultivation level, he continued to stay there in total and absolute boredom for years. Samuel only managed to craft for a few seconds to a few minutes a day, making the difficulties of creation even more difficult. However, slowly but surely, a technique began to take form.
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“Oh boy, your punk ass is about to get it. Was it fun trapping me here, huh? Was it fun interfering with my every thought and action? Well, I hope it was, because no more! You are done, stupid bitch. Animus Imperium!” That’s right, Samuel really pulled out the Latin names. How does he know Latin? Well, Samuel was very cool back on earth, so... you know.
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The restless void energy immediately became calm. Its terrifyingly enormous amount of energy, capable of feats unknown, became as still as a windless lake. At a great cost, of course. Samuel, despite his power and cultivation level, was sweating like a pig. A pig, I tell you! Beads of sweat were covering his entire body, giving him the appearance of someone emerging from a pool. The amount of mental force required to control even non-sentient things was beyond belief. The Animus Imperium technique was haphazardly put together in a flurry. To say it contains no flaws would be an outrageous claim. Let’s just say that if the flaws were to materialize in the form of holes, those with trypophobia would perish instantly.
Samuel was running out of time. Were he not to get out of there within the next few seconds, he would be submerged in this contraption of boredom again. With all of his remaining might and concentration, Samuel continued to attempt to open a spatial tear for his escape.
“OPEN!”
Like a fart in the wind, Samuel disappeared into thin air. And as he did, so did the hold he had on the energy ocean. Similar to a dam collapsing, the energy began to surge and tear the void asunder. Chaotic storms of immense magnitude consumed all of the known and unknown regions of the void. Some things survived, some didn’t. What is important to note, however, is the fact that none of this matters because the main man, Samuel, was not there to see it. If Samuel doesn’t know about it, then it doesn’t exist. Ignorance is bliss. Anyway, Samuel was having a hard time navigating the different realms. Realistically, he should know where the Shattered Realm is, but for some reason, his mind simply did not want to focus on its position.
“Nope, this ain't it. The Heavens are interfering with me. This stupid bastard is always an obstacle in my path to eternal greatness. Jealousy is so unfortunate. It knows that were it not to stand in my way, then in a few years I would surpass everything it is and whatever it ever will be. Sigh… but I DON'T CARE! You bitch, stop behaving like a child! The alternative to me searching peacefully for the Shattered Realm is destroying my way to it. If I just scrambled the space time of this dimension, mixing up all the realm signatures, then I would be able to find it effortlessly. Is that what you want? Huh? If you can’t answer with words, then do so with your actions. Damn you.”
Samuel was about to spring into action, getting ready to do as he said, when he felt the veil covering his mind lifting. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” What a cool guy! Samuel is too cool! Even when talking to a half-dormant, dead, spiritually hive-minded creature, he has such poise and flair.
“Boom!”
A massive tear in space emerged just outside the Shattered Realm, hurdling Samuel’s imposing figure out of it. He is back, baby. Hopefully, for the last time. He was planning not to leave this place before he was ready to never go back. When he found a path to the higher realms, whether through careful cultivation or supreme and excellent talent, he would say goodbye to this forsaken hellhole of a place. It was awful, and the only reason he came back was to: 1. Check up on Merling and the gang, since he could not save them in time. 2. Because he did not know of any other places to go. 3. To converse with Mike and use his Universe Under a Microscope formation. Had it not been for these reasons, he would be more than happy to forget about its miserable existence.
“Okay, why do I feel like something is very wrong here? Oh, time has not passed. Well, that’s great. Merling is fine, and those dick bags are still where I left them. Revenge is a dish best served cold. Or hot. Or lukewarm, whatever saying fits the situation. The point is, I will get my revenge. Boredom is one of the worst things someone can be forced to suffer, and I swear on my life these clowns will pay the adequate price for what they put me through.”