Preaching

Laplace Continent.

This was a flat, square continent stretching over a thousand kilometers in both length and width.

At its center stood a colossal mountain, which Sulu had named "Kermond." His residence and research institute were both located there.

Inside the metallic, futuristic laboratory, Sulu reclined in an armchair, scenes from Laplace Continent playing out before him. "After Montichi, the first lifeform, appeared, more mythical creatures gradually emerged from the primordial soup. There was Avit, which could fly; Flame, which could manipulate fire; and all sorts of other strange beings. Unfortunately... they were all solitary creatures and had not formed any races. Still, their strength was already equivalent to that of a sixth-tier mythical-class professional at birth. That was quite impressive..."

The sixth-tier mythical rank was the limit of a species' potential.

To advance further and become a god relied not on bloodlines, but on one's own comprehension—or on the favor of the [Creator], who granted domains and authorities.

"Laplace, Propagate, and Atmosphere are exceptions..."

Sulu had already discovered the limits of himself as a Creator—or rather, a false one.

Because His class was only level 9, He could at most split off authorities and create eighth-tier True Gods.

No matter what He did, He could not directly create another level-nine god at the Dominator level!

"By the same logic, a true [Creator] might be able to directly create a ninth-tier Dominator, but could never create another [Creator]... And once a tenth-tier existence is cultivated within one's own world, would that represent some kind of breakthrough?"

"So, my current goal is to first cultivate a ninth-tier Dominator-level god within my own world?"

"Come to think of it... I still have no idea what potential my creations possess..."

A Creator could not bear the cost of elevating every god, so they