Pigeon by the Window

I, Fang Cheng, an Immortal.
Although I had developed many hit games, there was one question I never quite figured out.
Games, why are you fun?

To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

The Goddess of Art had always believed that the limit of a dirty picture was the ancient humans themselves.


The highest-end art pieces were humanoid, the appearances of the gods were humanoid, and ancient humans were also humanoid. The human form was the sexiest design in the world, just assuming a human shape was enough to get the art connoisseurs collectively excited.


Although called the Goddess of Art, She had almost no artistic cells, for the Far Traveler took away all attributes related to art like "creativity" at the conceptual level back in the day, leaving Her with nothing but the ability to appreciate art.


She used to look at the surrounding gods through colored glasses every day, appreciating those guys with the eye of an art connoisseur. She thought gods were the most artistic form, but today, She saw an existence that was even more artistic.


Chapter 167 Too Artistic (Third Update)_1