"You will never find the coordinates of that great being because you are all just counterfeits, designed to be skipped over in ignorance and then forgotten and discarded! Haha, now you've got nothing on me, have you? You so-called Supreme Deities are nothing but a poor imitation of the Blank God. Where in the world does it make sense for a knockoff to be better than the real thing!"
The Steel God pondered for a moment, touching his iron mask:
"My knockoff is better than the original."
The God of Invalidity countered: "Objection! That's just because the Gate of Truth, this illegal structure, is too weak. You can't counterfeit the Fictional Church's game..."
Suddenly, the Steel God became confident: "No, I've already successfully counterfeited it!"
The God of Invalidity: "?!"
