Mr. Pantalone has no crazy plans today.

The 'Imaginary Throne System', or...

"Ether Phase Engine".

He has reached the very pinnacle of divinity.

Once the "Ether Phase Engine" is activated, the mystery of the "imaginary" realm he seeks will fall into his hands, and the endless "imaginary energy" within the "imaginary space" will be within his reach.

The ultimate answer and outcome he seeks will be fully revealed in his eyes.

The "Doctor" placed his hand on the "Imaginary Throne System" and spoke softly to the seemingly non-existent void as if talking to himself.

"The moment the 'Ether Phase Engine' is activated, the resulting 'imaginary energy' within the 'imaginary space' will annihilate everything in this mortal realm."

"All life forms in this mortal world will be wiped out, but by then we will have already safely left this mortal land and gone to a higher plane of existence. Time will have lost its meaning there."

"Every single thread of the universe will be altered at our whim, nothing in this mortal world will be able to limit us, and we will ultimately reach the level of 'gods.'"

"At this historic moment, as the only person in the world with talent comparable to mine, we should transcend all the mundane things of this world."

"Don't you think we are the most qualified beings to transcend this mortal world and reach the realm of the 'gods'?"

“My dearest friend… Pantalone.”

He withdrew his hand from the 'Imaginary Throne System' with a slight smile.

The Doctor's gaze fell upon a corner where no one had ever been before, where a figure with long black hair and a robe draped in silver stars had appeared out of nowhere.

With a half-smile on his face, the "Doctor" gazed at the figure who had remained silent throughout and slowly uttered his name.

Chapter 195 The Showdown Between False Gods (4k)

The executive's silver coat fluttered in the wind, and the black-haired figure stood facing the man who was identical to him, dressed in a spotless silver coat.

As the "Doctor" slowly uttered Pantalone's name, Pantalone also softly murmured the other's name in the wind.

"Dottore".

The visitor was Pantalone.

As the "Doctor" himself stated, he had been visiting from the very beginning.

After easily defeating the "Skirmisher" who was blocking his way, he naturally took the "Heart of God" that the "Skirmisher" possessed, the one that symbolized...

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Chapter 196 The Authority of Restraint (4k)

The game begins with fierce fighting.

Pantalone and "The Doctor" confront each other in a world illuminated by silver light.

No further words are needed.

They had argued a lot about the reasons for fighting, but it was all irrelevant.

Because Pantalone is Pantalone, and Dottoré is Dottoré.

They cooperated and were friends, but at the same time they also hated each other, clashed, and even killed one another.

Their talent is undeniably extraordinary and eccentric, defying common sense and reason, making them worthy of being called mad geniuses.

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Chapter 197 "The Doctor's" Final Act (4k)

The brilliance of gold and silver enveloped the sky, and that brilliance shone upon the earth.

As if foreshadowing the construction of the theater, that barrier isolated that area, transforming it into a place of ascension, secluded from the mortal world.

On this battlefield where all forms of energy are absolutely forbidden and restricted, two scholars standing at the pinnacle of this world's scholarship, at the very tip of divinity, and at the pinnacle of humanity, engage in a battle that will determine the fate of this mortal world.

With the decisive factor of 'imaginary energy' gone, the outcome of this battle is undoubtedly being presented in its simplest form.

Without any hesitation, their fists struck each other mercilessly.

It was practically like an intense boxing match.

This duel, which ends in death, is a contest of explosive power versus endurance.

It's meaningless to talk about the final result; there's no need to stick to any elegant or intelligent fighting style anymore.

If they cannot achieve final victory in this battle, they will only face an inevitable defeat, and neither of them will have the luxury of caring about such things.

In their pursuit of victory, they no longer bothered to defend themselves and instead engaged in increasingly rapid and intense fighting.

All they cared about was continuing until they completely crushed the other side.

Beneath the terrifying battle lay stark white bones beneath the flesh and blood. Rather than the pinnacle of the battle in this world, it resembled a brawl between street thugs.