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

The dean thought and thought but couldn't understand how the commemorative account was getting updated, but fortunately, there were many things in the Sixth Era that couldn't be understood, and if he couldn't figure out a solution himself, he might as well ask someone else for help.


There are so many strange experts and deities in the universe, and with the internet being so advanced nowadays, posting a help request online would definitely attract at least a dozen Idea Kings' responses. However, the dean himself had a wide network, so he didn't need to resort to the internet for help.


He sent a message to a certain account, and soon, a vendor cloaked in an old cape and wearing a mask, with a robust physique and various bags strapped across his body, appeared from the void.


Chapter 508: Let's Plan