Hope

"You're... Fictional..." Bige stared at Naimus, his eyes wide with disbelief.

In his Sea Demon state, there was no doubt about his power.

A state of unhindered movement similar to that of a Legendary Breed, along with superlative control over Ocean elements, had made him believe that even a Fictional Demon would have to give way before him.

At its root, this power from a mythical creature was a crushing dimensional advantage over ordinary people.

"Do you know why?" Seeming to see Bige's confusion, Naimus tightened his grip. His power steadily broke through Bige's defenses while spreading through the surroundings, forming an instant seal that cut off Bige's escape.

"Because the higher the numbers, the lower the multiplier, along with issues of medium, efficiency, and so on."

"At this stage, the power and condition displayed by the strong don't look all that different from those of the weak."

"Yet when the weak raise themselves through other forms of power and glimpse the environment of the strong, they discover the gap between them."

Naimus spoke softly as he crushed Bige's neck and snuffed out his life along with it.

The range from several thousand to over ten thousand was actually quite deceptive.

As long as one had good traits and techniques, outputting several thousand points of power was perfectly normal.

Yet a Demon Lord's true body had a value of over three thousand, while its actual output was likewise only several thousand.

Thus, it created the illusion that a top-tier Golden Breed could contend with a Demon Lord.

But in reality, it was because the space's carrying capacity only allowed values at the ten-thousand level.

It was like an exam with a maximum score of only ten thousand, one that everyone had to take together.

He could only score several thousand