Unending growth

In our world while strength is not the most important, it is still the most important thing at the end of the day.
I know, it’s contradictory, but I shall explain.
Whilst it’s not strong eats the weak kind of world, as there are facilities for both the rich and the poor, and thanks to our ancestors who went through many trials…
Everyone starts from the same starting line.
Knowledge about cultivating the body, mind and soul is widespread.
At least laying a solid foundation can be done by both elites and poor souls as well…
But in the end resources dictate the speed and quality of advancement later on, so background, talent and everything else comes in play once more.
Thus, while even non-practitioners are able to hold important positions…
If someone strong enough comes knocking on the door…everything will bend to their will…
That’s why, while it’s not necessarily bad if you don’t have strength, as you could still live happily, and healthily…with strength anything is possible.
But I resent strength, even though it’s seen as a blessing.
I resent it because I’ve been “blessed” with too much of it…
Laugh as much you want, and call me arrogant, hypocrite, poser and whatever other words might come up, I still keep strong with my decision.
I … Hate…My…Powers…
It’s annoying, pointless, destroyed my life, my dreams, and did I already say?
It’s really annoying!
It’s been growing since my very first heartbeat in my mother’s womb!
Do you know how ridiculous and strange it is to be born, perfectly aware of your surroundings, being able to talk 3 languages, and cultivate innately?
I was born in a normal soldier family…
The moment I was born, even the Imperials got wind of my birth!
The few religions came to check on me as well!
Secret organizations came to check if I am not a reincarnated being or an invader who possessed a baby!
It’s been tiresome to explain to them, that I had an innate “deformity”, which made my body attuned to energies around me.
Simply put, my body, mind and soul, are continuously absorbing, purifying, transforming and making various energy forms their own.
Be it the one in air, be it radiation, electricity, food, water, air, radio-waves, my cells are somehow able to tune in to all of them, absorb them, and make it their own…
It shouldn’t be possible…
Yet here I am.
When these entities who came to our door to check on me learned of this fact, there were 3 reactions.
Kill me, use me as a lab rat, or train me as a chosen one.
But, they’ve miscalculated a small, little thing…
Me.
Obviously, I was born in a lower ranked country, information I didn’t have back then.
Nor did I was aware of the fact that these organizations, entities haven’t sent their strongest individuals to check me…
So, I kind of beat them all?
Well, despite my body being perfectly formed, I couldn’t really stand at a few days old, but I could use my mind and soul to affect my surroundings.
So, I simply pushed them to the ground with gravity.
Let’s say that scared them…
Which was a mistake, since all I wanted was to be with my mom and dad back then…
But, a geezer heard of me, and simply took my family and me away.
I became his disciple…well, not that willingly, but at least not quite forced either…
And that’s when the nightmare began…
I learnt quickly anything thrown at me, so the geezer literally just hurled me into random planets, random Empire’s, directly into their libraries…
He was nonchalant, “Don’t worry, these galaxies are under my sect’s rule, they will see your robe, and just ignore you.”
He said.
News flash, he was wrong…
So wrong…
So many questions I’ve been asked…
Then so many girls have been almost literally thrown at me, when they’ve learnt of my status…
If I wasn’t immune to all and any poisons, I might’ve been entrapped by some of them…
Women are dangerous…
Then the geezer taught me everything he could.
By age 30, I was more or less as powerful as him.
He wasn’t angered as most, but rather really happy.
“Brew me more wine, kiddo! Yours is better than Old Crazy Wine Dragon!
Haha! I will take you to him, to show off!”
He said most of the time, as he loved drinking.
Not that he got drunk, but alas, he never left me alone.
My parents, at this point, were middle aged…
But due to my status, their lifespans were lengthened, and their cultivation raised.
Now, they would probably shatter the planet we were born on with a slap…
And we are still not the strongest…
But, that doesn’t matter, because at this point, I found out what I like.
To read and study.
Formations, alchemy, blacksmithing, enchantment, architecture, calligraphy, music, arts, strategies, you name it, I wanted to learn it, and learned it.
I wanted to spend my time reading…
But the geezer took me to the “Main Sect”…which was in a whole new universe…
Where my problems got worse!
Because we realized, my body instantly got used to the new laws that governed it, and innately and passively, started to grow again…
In buy 2 hours, my body was reborn…to be perfect with the new, stronger much more stable laws as foundation…
When the main sect learned of this fact, I was once again thrown into a long cycle of “training”…
This time, it took me 1 thousand years though, to be as strong as the Sect Master…
Whom, to be mentioned, was more than 10 million years old.
I was “tasked”, lest I use a rather nasty word, to create new pills, new sect-guarding formations, new weapons and so on for the sect…
Before being sent everywhere, to any kind of competition to obviously win face for the sect…
Which made everything worse…again…
As my growth was seen as impossible, someone from an even higher universe wanted to bring me in..
And this went on, and on, and on until there was nobody stronger than me…
By this time, I was extremely bored…
I just wanted to travel, and read, and learn new things…
But as the strongest, I had to prop up the skies, whenever they were falling…
So I had no TIME!
And since my growth never stopped, I was still the strongest, after countless eras…
Which was annoying, because at some point, my own cells started becoming universes….
Which in turn meant I needed to care for the lives outside and inside as well…
Now, you understand why unending growth is hell of annoying?
Alas…
This is how I was born, and I can’t complain too much, lest I annoy too many of you…
After all, many would exchange anything for this life of mine…
And indeed, I am grateful for the many opportunities I’ve gained due to my strength…
But…
But seriously…never being able to do whatever you want, because you have obligations is…
Well, actually, that’s how the world works…
But it feels good to whine and complain, so do excuse me…
Now, I am trying to figure out if not…if there is another universe or another reality out there, and that’s why my growth still goes on…