Fallen God Almighty? Who Called Me.

By all rights, Chaldea's detection technology shouldn't have made a mistake about a film or television production.

It wasn't AI-generated or 3D modeling or post-production effects. The battles, the spells, the cities and asteroids destroyed—even the Penglai Mystic Realm on a cosmic scale—

All of it was...

Filmed on location.

Kadoc asked, "Could resurrection spells just be really easy to obtain in that world?"

So far, Mad Saber Three Waves had died on screen twelve times. He could give the Twelve Labors a run for their money.

"Then how do you explain all those Immortals and gods?" Gordolf Musik said. "They can't all have shown up to act!"

Mash said, "We seemed to see two forms of that Creator earlier. He was wearing a mask, but that really was His Excellency Su Lin, wasn't it? He did act in this series."

Ritsuka Fujimaru said, "Doesn't that make it even scarier?"

They knew he was on the level of a Creator, but this was too much.

The sight of gods and demons being slaughtered, of the heavens stained with blood, was still vivid in her mind. All that just to film a television series?

An eerie silence settled over the control room. No one spoke for a long time.

There had been more than ten thousand gods and demons. Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands?

Did being a Creator mean he could do whatever he wanted?

She couldn't even imagine how much this series had cost.

Just then, Sion walked over with a report.

"After comparing the footage against national databases from 2017, the city maps and world maps that appeared incidentally in the series, the information Taigong Wang passed along, the dates shown on calendars, and the news reports woven into the story, we reached these conclusions."

"Probability that filming