"Was that thing real or fake?" Seeing this, the Moon God discovered that quite a few people within even The Church had "betrayed" her, throwing themselves into the Low-Dimensional Hunting Ground without hesitation.
"It was fictional," Naimus said at that moment.
Neither real nor fake.
And once someone truly fulfilled all the conditions and obtained the custom Divinity, that fictional thing would naturally have been filled with enough change to become something real.
Or rather, driven by the awareness and faith of so many people at this moment, the "custom Divinity," something Naimus had conceived as fictional, had already acquired a basic foundation.
Even if everyone participating in the Low-Dimensional Hunting Ground was useless trash and failed to obtain the custom Divinity after dimensional ascension for a very long time,
Naimus could still research it himself and bring a real version of the custom Divinity into existence.
That was the meaning of fiction.
When it came to creating new things, no other god found it as effortless as Naimus did.
Especially with the God of Precepts' 5.5 billion divine power serving as a foundation, everything became much more convenient.
If necessary, Naimus could even use this to fictionalize and manifest an entirely new Mythical Breed.
Naimus even felt that numbers of historical achievements were flowing into him every moment.
This number was a good thing.
Its essence was a number derived from hope, the tenth number of the world.
At this point, this number naturally could not raise Naimus' rank.
But it still had great use.
First, it could flow directly into a Divinity, thereby expanding it.
After Naimus obtained the complete Change Divinity, he condensed it within his soul and transformed it into a "Fictional Divinity."
The natural maximum divine power reserve of this Fictional Divinity was one million.