Fried salted fish

"Art has nine categories, and I will recreate them one by one before you,"
"My name is the God of Fiction, and I hold sway over all the dreams in this universe... now choose from the nine great arts." 
"Choose literature, and you are not allowed to demand updates."
"Choose music, and you will become addicted."
"Choose painting, and you will descend into madness."
"Choose sculpture, and you will become as handsome as the statues themselves."
"......."
"Choose gaming... oh my friend, do you need to top up? Just top up, and be happy for seven days!"

Evil God's World Game

So, how is the Mage Tower's substitute duty handled? To abandon one's post on their first job—


"Speaking of which, before our arrival, there was clearly no life here. You claim to be a Savior, but who exactly are you saving?"


The Moss Stone Elf sighed, "I'm saving the descendants of the future. Aren't you also one of them?"


"Time here is discontinuous. As a Deity, have you not felt it? The disaster ends here. If I don't clear them up, they will keep piling up deep within the Elf Clan's information, ultimately leading to your complete destruction."


The Eternal Messenger frowned, "....Information disaster? The Fictional Church did mention that information could transcend the limits of time and space, but since when did our Elf Clan have such clout?"


"Even the Ancient Gods aren't that powerful, and our ancestors, the Primeval Elves, are but a lump of earth cursed by the Ancient Gods...."


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