Mr. Pantalone has no crazy plans today.

It holds the form of all things and the authority of the supreme deity, with four magnificent arms that seem to correspond to the four supreme truths.

Vast and majestic, it seems to proclaim the omniscience and omnipotence of the gods.

Anyone in the mortal world who glances at the Supreme Machine God would not doubt his divine appearance.

That is the God of the Right Machine, who manifests and wields the power of 'imaginary number', created by the "Doctor" using the power of the Sumeru Order Institute, and is also the divine body he prepared for those who transcend.

Similarly, this was also prepared as a doll called "National Collapse," to give it a complete shell.

Having acquired extraordinary power beyond the mortal realm, he is already a true transcendent being.

For the mortal world, a true god should possess a physical body to exert his full power, and this magnificent divine body is precisely what is needed for him to truly become a god.

He already possessed everything needed to be a god, and after obtaining the true body of a god, becoming a true god was nothing more than a matter of course to him.

Having mastered the laws of the "Heart of God," and with the help of his true form, he is now a genuine god.

Even when facing the recurring war between demons and gods, the power he possesses at this moment is undoubtedly comparable to that of the gods of the mortal world.

If one possesses supreme power that transcends the mundane and is called a god, then he already possesses the ability to understand everything and bears supreme power.

If one is called a god for possessing a sublime spirit and will, then he has already seen through countless loves, hates, separations, resentments, anger, and infatuations.

If one possesses the majestic and true form of a deity and is thus called a god, then he already possesses a body that embodies the majesty of a god.

He has achieved a perfect ascension in strength, body, and spirit; there is no power in this mortal world that can compare with his.

Now he only needs to wait for everything to end, and personally make a clean break with his weak, ugly, and mortal self. Then he will bid farewell to his past self and become a god whose will transcends the mortal world!

"...I can't wait to finally put an end to my past."

The "scattered soldier," floating inside the true body of the True Mech God, slightly opened its eyes, which revealed a faint light, and looked down at the figure that stepped into this Void Temple at the end of the hall.

He calmly uttered a detached voice, conveying an attitude of indifference as if from the depths of his heart, like a god disregarding everything, and chuckled softly.

"Do you think I'm right, Pantalone?"

He softly uttered the name of the being he had once regarded as a great enemy, but his words were filled with nothing but calmness and indifference.

If it were him in the past, upon seeing that name, he would surely have been thrown into complete disarray by the owner of that name.

But for him, who has already ascended to godhood, all those past events are now just a laughable feeling that still lingers in his heart—a mockery of his past self for actually feeling angry about such things.

Now, thinking back, I recall that existence known as "national collapse" in the past.

They were so small, and so ugly.

Now, however, he can look down on those he once regarded as his greatest enemies with a detached mindset.

From the other side of his gaze, a figure strode across the hall, gradually revealing itself from the shadows. The man, clad in a spotless robe like silver stars, stepped into that empty temple.

He raised his head beneath the majestic body of the supreme true body of the God of War, meeting the gaze of those eyes filled with indifference and disregard, and a faint, serene smile appeared on his lips.

"So that's what Dotole was planning? He actually helped you ascend to godhood, creating the true form of the 'Mechanical Doll,' the God of the True Machine, by pushing the concept of 'mechanical puppet' to its extreme."

"Although it's just a 'puppet,' it does possess some divine power. In terms of its function as a 'tool,' it's worth taking seriously, Scaramucci."

"For the mortal world, this power is indeed unstoppable by many things. However, sometimes things in the mortal world are far more complex than you think. It's not that possessing the power of a 'god' allows one to do whatever one wants."

The moment Pantarone stepped into this void temple, he realized it.

At this moment, given the power the "Skirmisher" now possesses and the opponent's current state, Pantalone also understands the "Doctor's" plan.

He had been aware of the Doctor's experiment and plan to create the "Fleet Soldiers" to ascend to godhood from the very beginning, but he did not stop the Doctor's experiment.

On the contrary, in certain parts of this experiment, to a considerable extent, Pantalone himself played a significant role in its creation.

From Pantalone's perspective, this experiment, while part of the "Doctor" experiment, was also part of the Pantalone Project.

The "Doctor" is using him to conduct his own experiments, and he is also using the "Doctor's" experiments to achieve his own goals.

He knew that the "Doctor" knew about his actions, but just as the "Doctor" didn't care about that.

As for "Doctor", he never cared that Pantalone knew about the data from his "Skirmisher" ascension experiment.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that he never intended to cover it up from the beginning.

His arrogance and innate talent gave him such confidence.

From this perspective, the "skirmishers" are merely pawns used by the "Doctor." Only the "skirmishers," as experimental subjects, are immersed in the process, yearning for the divine power they desire.

From that perspective, even Pantalone did not place the "scatterers" on an equal footing with himself.

The fact that the "scatterer" was being stared at with the same look one would give an object caused the "scatterer," who already considered himself a god, to furrow his brow slightly.

However, the feeling of being a "scattered soldier" vanished instantly on his face, which was as beautiful as a god, and he spoke lightly with a godlike and arrogant demeanor.

“Scaramucci? That’s just a name from the past for me. From the moment I ascended to godhood, my spirit has already lived through an era as long as heaven and earth.”

"As the greatest enemy in my past, is this all the answer you can give? Indeed, to the gods, a tiny insect is nothing more than an insect."

"What a boring answer. Fine, as my last great enemy before I can fully ascend to godhood, then let me show you the mighty power of a god."

"Feel honored to witness the first display of my power in this world as I become a god."

The "scattered soldiers," who had ended the conversation with an indifferent attitude that disregarded worldly affairs, said no more as the dialogue came to a close.

The majestic body belonging to the God of War incorporated the body of the "Scattered Soldiers," as if proclaiming the return of the god to his rightful place.