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

"Ha, it seems like I took over the job of the God of Fiction? But this should count as providing fantasy value, so he shouldn't get angry,"


Activities related to both the Virtual World and the real world could provide value for those fictional creators— the Gods had long known this, and it was for this reason that almost all deities, including the Ancient Gods and the Demon Gods, spared themselves from any conflict with the God of Fiction.


Except for a certain Messenger of Desire.


As for the hidden Mewtwo in the cave…


After Millie finished creating the move-learning device and uploaded it to the Fictional Supermarket, she returned to the game.


Millie pointed to a shadow, and the Mewtwo, who had been watching Millie for a week, finally stepped out from behind.


At this moment, Mewtwo's gaze was stern, firmly fixed on Millie and the two Pocket Monsters beside her.


A week had passed, and he was no longer the same!


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