It was hard to speak about the time in the state that I was in. What appeared to be ages to the living beings under the watch of my endless clones, was nothing but a heartbeat for me. The only reason that allowed me to more-or-less keep up with the constant development all over the universe was the fact that I delegated more than half of my entire consciousness just to processing and saving the information forwarded by my clones to the hive's hub.
In the end, no matter how enormous my consciousness grew due to the constant splitting and regeneration of it, it was still something that few from the seed of what my soul originally was. Even if it was slightly special due to my transmigration to another world in the first place, there was still the limit of what I could wield mind-wise at a single time.
