In the blink of an eye, two more days had passed...
It was now around eight in the evening on June 11, 11,000,302,520,025, according to the Machine God calendar.
At that moment, in the Machine God's divine realm, the God of Mecha—once omnipotent and all-powerful in this world for countless eons, the one who had been the only true god, the sole ruler, the creator, and the supreme deity—was on the floor, frantically tearing at his own hair as he rolled around.
For some reason, his eyes were bloodshot, and they brimmed with madness and despair. He looked like a Beast trapped in Extremis, letting out hysterical roars and wails from time to time.
"!!"
"No..."
"That's not how it is!"
Suddenly, he stopped rolling, then jerked his head up. His eyes were wide open, the whites completely bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead bulged and writhed like terrible earthworms.
"I—"
"I am the God of Mecha!"
"I am the god—"
"The one and only ruler!"
"In this world, I am the supreme being. I was destined to look down upon all the countless lives below!"
"..."
As he continued shouting, his hoarse, shrill voice gradually died away. He slumped onto the floor and began muttering to himself.
The sounds were utterly meaningless, like curses forced up from the depths of his throat.
After a long while, a trace of clarity finally returned to his eyes.
"I..."
"I am omnipotent!"
"This world is no more than a toy in my hands!"
"How could I possibly end up like that?"
"It shouldn't have turned out that way..."
With a wave of his hand, images appeared in the air, showing people from different star systems and planets.
Dozens of dazzling screens flickered at once, then quickly filled with what looked like