After a lengthy discussion, Ardgon had come to the conclusion that he wasn't in his old world anymore. This, along with the fact that he was apparently the concubine to both of the Empresses sent him into a panic attack so severe he thought he was going to die.

The Empress he served in his old world, Charlotte, was currently in hysterics and had broke down crying when she had been told. For this reason, he was in a guest suite instead of the room he had in his old world. He was waiting for the other empress, once known as James, now her name was Jamie.

Her Majesty Jamie was currently looking into what had happened and had promised to send him back once they figured out how to. He could only hold her to her word as he didn't exactly trust her. He didn't know her, after all.

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Caleb had made it back to his forest and was preparing to grow everything forcibly. He had begun preparations by changing into the smallest form available to save energy for his journey back. He was just under 2 feet tall with multiple thin roots poking out throughout his body in search of nutrients in every direction. This was the first form he had taken when he became what he was.

Once small, he began to gather nutrients throughout the entire forest, it would take damage, but damage spread out throughout the entirety of the forest would put little burden upon it unlike if he were to suck a few plants dry.

With enough nutrients to send a normal tree to the nearest star if they were physically able to, he began to pump it into the farmland. Nothing seemed to have changed for a few moments as things began to settle in, and then the entire land erupted.

Long stalks and twisting vines were but one of many random displays. Various colored succulents and shrubs lined the land while many flowers ranged from flowers that were on fire to those that warped the reality around them. Many mystical sights were laid out. A miniature tree made entirely of vapor, held together by thin strands of gelatin, and another tree that wriggled between multiple shapes before finally settling and resembling a coiled snake was within arm's reach of each other.

Caleb had seen enough for now, and he needed to rest otherwise he might be stuck between farmland and a forest's edge for centuries. It was important to stay near the core if he needed to rest. He began to slowly stumble along due to exhaustion before the forest came alive and the trees used their branches to carry him along to the core. It took a few days, in which he struggled to stay awake to make sure he made it there.

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Upon arrival, he immediately leaned against the tree and dozed off.

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While sleeping, Caleb dreamed of billions of different plants that he could create or tweak to make life more diverse once he was finished with the world. He had the world map in his head, and while things had definitely changed since then, and they would continue to change, things wouldn't go so out of control that they would leave the realm of prediction. He had plans for intelligent life, plans for aliens, and plans for various large objects impacting the planet. He would be ready for pretty much any occasion.

In his dreams, he created plants that he didn't understand. Plants that could do amazing things that shouldn't be possible. The plants he had made were within the realm of possibility due to his unique body and his thought structure, but the way these behaved was impossible even in his eyes.

A Plant that could allow people to fly, another that created living beings with flesh that would forever serve it. Things that weren't possible in any shape or form were created and he relished it. He felt as if he was being guided. A stray thought was all it took for him to imagine the creation of an entirely new species of plant. He memorized everything. Every bump, dent, color, and marking. Everything was memorized.

He began to put effort into one thought and let the 'guide' create. What was created was a seed. Caleb had asked for life that would never do harm to him or his forest and a seed was created. No matter the specifications, or the extra details he added to his thought, all he was presented with was the same seed.

He took longer to examine it. It had stuck around for so many ideas that it must be a solution to all of the problems he had imagined. He wanted to see every detail of the seed. No more superficial details, no more faded ideas or outlandish requests such as allowing a rock to think. He put all of his focus on getting an answer to making it.

The 'guide' began unraveling the seed bit by bit, atom by atom. An excruciatingly long process normally, but due to Caleb's insistence for speed to increase it began to pick up until it unraveled in real time.

The seed held many ridges with varying muted colors and the occasional divet that 'held' energy.

Caleb woke up with insight into the greatest wonders any universe had ever discovered.

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Greta had been swinging her arm for so long that she couldn't feel it anymore.

"65,851!"

She hadn't done this in such a long time and was greatly regretting not having a form of exercise that would allow her to do this without much effort.

"65,852!"

At least these occasions were rare compared to the length of knowing Him. Doing these always led to two directions.

"65,853!"

Either the group that He and she had would cause trouble, which would lead to their untimely demise.

"65,854!"

Or they would sit in silence as they were doing now and do their best to not seem discourteous to Him.

"65,855!"

Unfortunately, it seemed this would continue on for some more. It might end early due to a mistake however. One can hope.