Messing with people's heads.
In this regard.
Orsaga had always been exceptionally skilled.
After standing silent before everyone for a long while.
Doctor Manhattan tried to repair himself, but failed.
His originally calm and composed expression.
Changed ever so slightly.
Yet in the end, that change merely stirred the surface of his heart.
It did not raise any great waves.
Forget it. What's gone is gone...
In fact.
As certain thoughts arose.
For some inexplicable reason, he even felt much more relaxed.
It was a tremendous shift in mentality!
In the past, as a Special Lifeform directly transformed from an ordinary human.
Though he possessed immense power.
Power beyond ordinary imagination!
He could easily Manipulate Fundamental Particles, disassembling and recombining all manner of things.
He could freely adjust the space of the universe, moving any location before himself.
He could effortlessly Time Travel, arriving before planets were born and gazing upon the distant future.
He could freely split off duplicates that possessed their own consciousness and abilities.
He could freely read the memories and thoughts of Lifeforms.
He could freely learn and master any knowledge or information.
To ordinary people, God of Man and High-Dimensional Lifeform were essentially all they knew him as.
Even Pharaoh King—the human standing at the very pinnacle of mortals.
Could only scheme against Doctor Manhattan with his own tacit consent.
It could be said that he was a perfect existence...
Yet all of that was merely a superficial appearance.
As someone who had once been human.
Someone who had skipped every step and directly obtained power.
Doctor Manhattan's heart, which had yet to be tempered, still retained a great deal of humanity.
He worried over the state of human society, shut himself away in sorrow over his girlfriend's betrayal, pondered the meaning of his