C18 Grow!

"Well—best get started!" I set up my soul filters and start gorging myself like Fat Bastard, "Get in my belly!"

--- [A/N: I'll warn you now, I have some color blindness. So if I screw up colors, you are just going to have to accept it.

I use the Physical Characteristics on Fandom to make sure I'm at least in the right ballpark.

My styling for the MC in the future may or may not look weird to some, but I literally see things differently—so—I have a good excuse.] ---

"I think this is it!" a woman with dark strawberry blonde hair said to the man next to her.

"Looks like it. 177A Bleecker Street," the man was calm but held a look of vigilance in his eyes.

"He just said to knock, didn't he?"

"Yep," stepping up to the door, he knocked.

It took some time before someone answered. It was a robed individual, similar to a monk. He looked a little surprised but spoke nonetheless, "Can I help you?"

"We were told to come here, so we could—so we could learn magic," the woman answered in a whisper at the end.

"Also. We're supposed to deliver this to someone called the—Ancient One," the man spoke in a hushed voice as well, while revealing a wooden box in his jacket.

The monk looked at them for a few seconds before speaking, "Follow me," before he turned around he quickly added, "but don't touch anything! Otherwise, don't blame me if you lose fingers."

The duo looked at each other, and with a big inhale, they followed behind.

--- [A/N: Another heads up. I'm not that familiar with the F4 or Doom, but I do know the movies were nothing like they're supposed to be. So, I will try to do them better.] ---

On the outside edge of a giant circular patch of still cooling magma, four individuals were standing.

The patch was large enough to span across a small town and had a trail that went off in another direction.

"These readings are off the charts!" a man with brown hair that was white at the temples said. He also held a rectangular object in his hands.

"Ya don't need no fancy device to tell somethin' big happened 'ere Stretch," a rough voice came from a man made of rock, who stood at the side.

"For once, I agree with the walking boulder," quipped another man with short blond hair.

"Why you—" the rock man lifted his massive fist, aiming to crush him, but was stopped by a force field.

"Knock it off you two! Or do I have to teach you some manners myself?" said a blonde woman with similar features to the other blond.

After threatening the duo, she turned her head to the first man and asked with a much softer tone, "So—can you tell what happened here, Reed?"

Without looking away, he replies, "I still have to do some tests, but if I had to guess, there was a large spatial-dimensional convergence!"

"A special dimensional conference—what's that?" the rock man came closer.

"Are your ears full of sand? He said special dimensional 'convergence,'" said the blond man, "there's no yearly conference for dimensions last time I checked, Ben."

Before Ben could respond, the woman gave them both the stink eye. Then she asked Reed, "You mind telling us in English—so the rest of us can understand."

Reed looked up from the device this time and spoke to everyone, "Spacial-dimensional convergence—um—basically, it means another dimension, or realm of existence, was merging with ours, at this location."

The blond man looked enlightened, "So, it's like mixing ketchup and barbeque sauce, but only where they meet on the plate." He nodded to himself, "Got it!"

Reed only blinks in response.

"So—what d'we do now?" asked Ben.

"I would've liked to get some samples, but—" he looks at a dozen incoming black SUVs, one he finds with a familiar balding man, "I don't think we'll get the chance to now."

Reed sighs before continuing, "I really need to upgrade the Fantasti-Car, we would have gotten here sooner."

---

In a lab that looked to be underground sat large class cylinders, bubbling with unknown liquids. The walls and floor had scuffed markings and diagrams, seemingly demonic in origin.

At the center of this 'lab,' standing at a table, was a hooded man completely encased in metal. He was looking over a screen that displayed multiple different charts.

"These readings," he was looking for any discernible patterns, "they have been so erratic the last couple weeks."

"First was the massive spike of activity from before, but then—it was like nothing ever happened, even the total energy level started decreasing slightly," the man gripped the table tightly.

"What is he planning?" walking away from the table, he started to pace. "Argh! It does not matter! In the end, I will free her, I will get her back! And then—I will make him pay," his last statement was in a dangerously low voice.

He stopped pacing and went to a spot in the lab with half-completed symbols on the floor, "For there is nothing—nothing that Victor von Doom cannot accomplish! ... Even if it is to become GOD himself."

---

"Uuugh."

I'm currently reclining in my chair, with my feet up on the desk.

"It feels like—like I flew headfirst into an asteroid," I recall one of Zadkiel's memories, "actually, it feels exactly like flying headfirst into an asteroid."

'Sadly, I know what that feels like.'

I'm nearing the end of the absorption process, but the influx of extremely complex knowledge is not leaving a good feeling.

"I have decided—I will not absorb more knowledge or memories from souls—unless I deem it absolutely necessary." The reason is that I want to live my eternal life with fulfillment.

If I just go around absorbing knowledge from souls about the stuff I want to know, it's not exactly fulfilling, now is it? "Ugh—it sounds boring as fuck too—and kinda creepy, now that I think about it."

The only reason I absorbed these souls was that I view them as my starter pack—and because getting out from God's potential influence is something I want to be done as soon as possible.

"So—I will only absorb souls for increasing strength or gaining otherwise unattainable knowledge." I am definitely making a rational decision, the headache has nothing to do with it...

"Mmmm, I should keep talking out loud, the vibration from my voice feels gooood."

A wisp of golden fire wraps around my head, vibrating slightly.

"Ahhh, thaankss."

---

'Good thing I have this archangel brain. It puts me squarely in the genius category.' I'm flying around my realm right now, there are no more 'soul clouds' except one very small one that holds all the 'good' ones.

'Absorbing the life's work of 42 geniuses, and even a couple super-geniuses, is not a small task.' I finished absorbing the knowledge but it will still take some time to thoroughly understand it all.

The knowledge from the two super-geniuses will take as much time to understand as the other forty combined.

"Unfortunately, absorbing knowledge doesn't equate to absorbing intellect." If it did, then I could just go and absorb Dr. Doom, and I would have all my problems solved within a year. "All the more reason to break this body's bottlenecks."

'Maybe I wouldn't be too far from the likes of Reed Richards or Tony Stark then.' Well—not necessarily.

I don't doubt that the peak potential for archangels can reach super-genius levels, but people like Reed, Doom, and Stark aren't just extremely smart, they're more like anomalies.

On top of sky-high IQ, they are full of quirks, have special ways of doing things, or just plain think differently. "If IQ was all they had, then they would only be smart people, nothing more."

Humans and angels are technically related, so the potential "should" be there, but I can't forget the medaling from the Celestials or the Kree that has influenced humans.

"If I really want to reach that level, then I will have to do more than break bottlenecks, I will have to go beyond the peak. Perhaps heavy genetic engineering would allow me to create something like the x-gene for angels, or I could directly change the brain structure and—"

"Woooah! That was close. I almost went down a rabbit hole that may or may not end up taking a dark turn." This is the first time, in this life, I've broken out into a cold sweat.

'I guess that's what it feels like when my 'geniusness' get's activated, I just keep digging for more while ignoring what I have.'

Now that I think about it, 'What if the reason God was such a nut case was that he tried messing with his own brain—'

"Yeeaah—I think it is probably for the best if I put aside any 'brain altering' endeavors for now."

Well—now that I have this strange life crisis out of the way, it's time to go through everything I have learned. 'I know some of it will be outdated, especially on the mundane side, but it will still provide an excellent foundation regardless.'

Flying back to my 'office' which looks no different than a plain wooden box from the outside, "I'm not that creative of a person am I?"

'I'll just turn it into a treehouse, a giant treehouse.'

"Who needs underground labs when you can have one in a big tree!"

[A/N: I think this is cool, so fuck off if you think this is weird. This is my story damn it; I will fulfill my fantasies!!!]

'Wait, not just any tree. I'll make it like the Hometree from Pandora—but way bigger.'

"Hahahaha! Who would have thought one of the first things I do with my near-omnipotent power in this realm is to grow a giant tree."

Not waiting any longer, my body becomes engulfed in gold flame, and my body size increases to more than ten miles high. Empowered by the realm, I stomp on the ground, sending massive ripple-like tremors throughout the entire dimension.

Everything cracked and crumbled into massive plates of land and rock. Nothing was spared—and it was only the beginning.

Seemingly, from the deepest parts of the realm, something wriggled and climbed from beneath. Chunks of earth, miles long would shift or split, the entire realm was being shuffled by tectonic roots.

From the very center of the realm, a small bud sprouted, no bigger than a pinky. But underneath, a colossal organism was spreading its roots to every corner of the realm. Only waiting until nothing was out of its reach to sprout in all its glory.

I held my hand out towards it before lifting it upwards, "Grow!" I took flight at the same time.

It sprouted faster than a rocket flew, and was ten miles high before five seconds elapsed. At thirty miles it started to spread out, covering the floor of the realm with its shade.

At fifty miles, its top was already a hundred miles wide and nearing the end of its growth. It finally stopped a few miles later.

After sprouting the main body, from the spread-out roots grew smaller trees and plants, covering the entire realm in an all-pervasive web, leaving nothing hidden from its touch.

Returning to my normal size, I fly to the base of the trunk, where an opening is made for me. Flying in, I go to the throne and turn it into a pillar, then have the tree drag it to the center of its roots.

Then I fly up, through its spiraling honeycomb structure, reaching the top I recreate my office. But this time, it is more elven-themed and has a stunning view of the ever-present treetops from a few windows.

Nearby the office, I make an empty room for my laboratory. "I'll fill it with equipment as I need them. "

After I said that, a fiery silhouette came out of me and spiraled around, entwining with some of the twigs and branches in the room. Then it turned to me, "Different?"

Chuckling, I said, "Yes. It's different." I rest my hand on the wall, "It's more than just a tree since I put some of my soul in it, but it isn't like you—at least not yet."

//Note//

Yes, it's a tree… a big one.

No, it's not normal and will be extremely useful in the future.

Did I overdo it? Yes, but I was listening to rock music at the time, so give me a break.