O-11's transformation was completed.
He could feel the power of all 300 levels of his shadow dragon swordsmen at work. His body moved with ease. He wasn't stopped by his feeble and underweight body anymore.
The touch of orders would no longer cause him to cower.

The loud noises were nothing to his ears.

And he no longer was forced to dine on blended items. His form allowed him power he only found within his games.

But now it was real.
The clowns dare not approach him, and the Kratos units could only squawk in worry at him from afar.
Circe, the ringleader that has transformed O-11 into this new and powerful shape sat upon his shoulder.

"I feel like....I could do anything!!!!! OwO"

Circe taps O-11's head a few times with her wand, his face goes blank for a moment, before returning.

Circe taps his head with the wand again.

Tap!

Tap!

She taps herself on the head with her own wand.