"Dottore? Dottore! Where are you?!"
Arriving at the factory beneath Suru City, Scaramouche stared at the empty facility, confusion filling his mind.
There was no Dottore waiting for him.
No Suru scholars either.
Only a lone ch stood in the center.
"Where is everyone? Where did they go?"
Scaramouche glared irritably at the machine ant to help him ascend to godhood.
Unfortunately, he had failed to obtain the Electro Archon’s Gnosis.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be in such a predicant.
Ever since Inazuma fell under "the Genius’s" control—
It had beco a place he dared not return to.
Baalzebul had erged from the Plane of Euthymia.
She would even strike at him personally.
Scaramouche truly did not dare set foot in Inazuma again.
But without a Gnosis, he couldn’t beco a god.
So he shifted his target—
To the Dendro Archon’s Gnosis.
"Stop yelling. I’m here..."
As the chanical god’s mask slowly opened,
Dottore appeared inside, his face pale, body restrained within the cockpit.
"You... Why are you inside?! That’s my position!"
Seeing his rightful place occupied, Scaramouche’s anger exploded instantly.
"Be quiet! Do you think I wanted this?!"
Pipes and conduits pierced into Dottore’s flesh.
The pain was imnse.
But this Segnt was already fully synchronized with the ch.
If sothing went wrong—
He would die here.
And as the most self-serving of his Segnts,
That was the last thing he wanted.
"It was the Genius! That bastard!"
No matter how much Dottore had once praised Su Ran,
Now he couldn’t help but curse him.
He had assud cooperation between colleagues.
Instead—
He was openly targeted.
Even Dottore’s patience had limits.
Especially since this particular Segnt was the most selfish.
"The Genius? Him again?"
Even Scaramouche showed irritation at the na.
The Genius’s reputation within the Fatui was overwhelming.
Every stronghold buzzed with discussion about him.
Scaramouche knew how terrifying he was.
The man had granted Tartaglia power rivaling a god—
Without side effects.
That fact made Scaramouche extrely envious.
Previously, only the top three Harbingers possessed god-level power.
And those three were unfathomably strong.
Even the "Maiden," who rely guarded the gate—
Scaramouche could only guarantee escape from her.
Victory? Never.
"Hmph. As far as I know, that guy has never even set foot in Suru."
Though wary of the Genius, Scaramouche kept careful tabs on him.
He had received no information about Su Ran arriving in Suru.
"You forgot about the Akasha. All he has to do is invade it. That’s no different from being here in person."
That was what shattered Dottore’s composure.
Losing to Su Ran directly was one thing.
But losing to soone remotely controlled through the Akasha?
And that soone had rely been a scribe—
A frail intellectual.
That was humiliation.
It made Dottore painfully aware of the gap between them.
And it wasn’t a gap easily bridged.
"Your turn now, Scaramouche. Get out of this machine! This was supposed to be your position!"
Being treated like an experintal subject infuriated Dottore.
His only hope now was Scaramouche.
"Hmph."
Though reluctant,
Scaramouche understood cooperation was necessary.
Without Dottore—
Even with a Gnosis, he couldn’t ascend.
This ch was the key to godhood.
Just as he moved closer—
The ch’s mask snapped shut.
He hit solid tal.
"Are you playing with ?!"
His anger surged.
But—
"Damn it. The ch’s auto-activation has started. Handle it yourself. Try not to die."
Dottore felt his body resonate with the machine.
He couldn’t control it.
He could only watch as it activated.
And it was only a prototype.
The strain on the pilot was imnse.
He feared he might die from overload—
Before Scaramouche did.
A colossal chanical hand descended from above.
Scaramouche dodged swiftly.
But in the next instant—
Lightning flooded the chamber.
He didn’t even hesitate.
He fled the factory at full speed—
Without looking back.
As for saving Dottore?
That hope was gone.
Even without direct combat,
He could see—
This ch was beyond him.
Better to escape than die pointlessly.
Dottore had plenty of Segnts.
Losing one didn’t matter.
After Scaramouche fled,
The ch fell silent once more.
Inside the cockpit, Dottore’s arms hung weakly.
The ch’s power impressed him.
That brief burst exceeded projected paraters.
But—
He wasn’t ant to be inside.
"This Segnt is probably finished."
The burden was too great.
Even his body couldn’t sustain long-term operation.
And after witnessing its automated defense system—
No one was coming to save him.
"In that case..."
A slow smile curved on his pale face.
"Let’s make a spectacle of it. I might as well witness the power of a false god firsthand."
He didn’t believe Su Ran left him here to rot.
Soone would co.
To stop sothing.
Who that was—Didn’t matter.
He only needed the right mont—
To perfectly showcase the ch’s power.
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