"That's right! Our online promotion not only provides customers with the most perfect experience, but it also reaches a broad spectrum of clients, from the wealthy elite to the lower-class poor, covering every social tier."
"And companies won't need to incur extra costs. All they need to do is sketch out a blueprint, and they can assemble the actual product here, simulating every possible situation the product might encounter, allowing them to identify and improve any flaws."
"As I mentioned earlier, the sacred F2 connects us all—not just within one world, but across many worlds, the entire Allworld. This means that even users from other realms can join this online promotional space as long as they have access to my signal towers, where they can experience and operate the products firsthand."
"The customer base for online marketing is vast. Compared to offline methods, it's not limited by geography or demographics, offering much more choice."
Online promotions were low-cost, fast-spreading, and reached a wide audience. More importantly, they didn't bombard uninterested individuals with unnecessary information. In fact, entering this space was entirely voluntary.
Everyone here today had either received an invitation or willingly accepted one. Maya had taken her job as the church's high priestess seriously, which was why even members of other churches had come to attend this dream-based promotional event, or as their primitive mind thought it.
Compared to passive viewership, the ability to actually use the product, even to the point of dismantling it and simulating how it would perform under harsh conditions—this gave customers real confidence.
Because the creations of the God of Fiction weren't just interactive illusions or limited-scope samples—they were fully usable, magical creations.
When fiction reaches this level, how is it any different from reality?
Professor Harley's interest peaked. "If this god's faith can link to other worlds, some products might become even more widely known, and the reverse is true for products from other realms."
General Manager Litt sank into deep thought.
This event had revealed a massive potential to the world—a broader market and a greater diversity of demand. At the same time, it hinted at the impending fierce competition in all industries.
Breaking free from the constraints of time and space, expanding from one world to multiple worlds—such a colossal market.
He saw a new path for the printing industry's transformation within this future market. Just as he was strategizing how to secure a one-on-one negotiation with Maya, the representative of the God of Fiction, the sudden burst of cheerful music next to the God of Fiction snapped everyone back to attention.
"Everyone, let's move on to the next part."
The God of Fiction raised an arm, pulling a peculiar artifact out of void.
"This is a game controller. For the next section, I would like all gods present to listen closely."
This statement caused a ripple through the audience, as it implied that there were other gods in attendance.
Several figures in the crowd directed their gazes toward the game controller.
A strikingly handsome blond youth with black eyes and a black top hat—none other than the wealthy God of Death.
A strange figure dressed in a kingly costume—none other than the sleepless, game-playing God of Pain.
A steam-powered civilian transformer—who, with a simple transformation, revealed himself as the Iron God.
A burly man in a white coat, wearing a mask and gloves, fresh from performing surgery—the God of War.
A figure clad in a long cloak, his face resembling the visor of a knight's helmet, with sparks flickering inside—this was the God of Light and Heat, ruler of all that burns, glows, and generates heat, eternally worshiped in the Steam Nation.
And beyond them…
Other gods had also arrived.
Although the mainstream faiths of the Gray World centered around the Iron God, the God of Pain, the God of Light and Heat, and the God of War, the God of Death, with his affinity for places filled with corpses, also made frequent appearances. And, of course, gods from the minor churches had come as well.
Though some gods didn't hold mainstream beliefs, that didn't mean they weren't watching the events unfolding in this world.
Two gathering Supreme Gods, and the possible birth of a new one, had naturally piqued the interest of the divine.
Some were concerned about the God of Fiction's origins, suspecting that he might be a god-created god, made by one of the other Supreme Gods. Such gods were dangerous in the divine hierarchy, which was why so many gods had come to witness the God of Fiction firsthand.
"I have created video games—fictional works of art. Yet, through them, real value has been generated. Many of you must have already noticed that this value can be accessed by all gods."
"But I must say, this is only the beginning. My creations do not conflict with any of your divine authorities. In fact, all of you can gain tremendous benefits from them."
"First, let me ask—are you familiar with merchandising?"
Movies, games, literature—any visible form of media—could generate a vast range of derivative products, with countless people willing to pay for them.
In ancient times, these derivative products were akin to religious idols. The only difference was that churches always imbued these idols with special religious value to reflect their sanctity and nobility. These idols sold well, but the mindset when displaying them was entirely different from that of placing figurines on a shelf. The added religious meaning made all the difference.
Among the gods who had played Fists of the Gods, several had already grasped what Ashur was implying. The God of Pain, in particular, immediately understood.
It was like selling figurines to the masses, except now combined with the terrifying sales potential of online promotion…
Whether mortal or divine, everyone present was contemplating what opportunities this online promotional event would bring to their own futures.
"Second." The God of Fiction's sketchy figure made a comical motion as the entire venue dimmed. Then, in a dazzling display of light, the surrounding scenery began to change, drawing gasps from the mortals.
A volcano filled with molten lava, tattered travelers wandering its slopes.
An enchanted forest, with a girl in a dress twirling among the trees.
A savage land filled with massive trees, where giant dragons roared and roamed.
Steel-and-concrete skyscrapers, with flying cars and explosions tearing through the air.
A raging sea, captained by an octopus-faced sailor.
A god of thunder battling a giant on the ground below. Tanks and infantry charging under heavy artillery fire.
In the deep reaches of space, a glowing battleship. And a massive iron structure orbiting a star.
"Visual and auditory art, combined to create the most wondrous stories in people's hearts. Fairy tales, myths, the past, the future, light and shadow, fire and ocean, war and dawn, the far side of the world and the near. All as if you were truly there, as if you could take part in it yourself—this is the Art of Cinema."
Of course, this wasn't just any ordinary cinema. Ashur had redefined the medium using his divine powers, creating an experience so immersive it felt like VR, with an intensity unmatched by conventional movies.
His voice jolted the dazed mortals back to reality.
Among the audience, not only had the gods begun to show signs of curiosity, but mortals—especially Professor Harley—were utterly captivated. He had been swept away by the endless parade of fantastical scenes, as if he had traveled through dozens of worlds at once.
He took a deep breath, steadying himself. An unprecedented sense of excitement surged from deep within his soul.
"This is way more awesome than transfiguration magic."
There was only one thought in his mind—'God of Fiction, I will pledge my loyalty to you.'