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

For the Goddess of Disorder, who was working double shifts as a janitor in the hospital and the Steam Nation, having an extra source of income was definitely more than welcome. 


Even after being stripped of her divine status, she still wanted to have a church in the Sixth Era. Even if she couldn't spread her faith, at least living inside it would let her reminisce about past glories.


During this period, she had paid no attention to other matters in the Universe. She wouldn't even acknowledge the Holy Paladin's greetings, focusing solely on her cleaning duties. With frenzied overtime work, she finally saved up enough for the down payment on the Steel Cathedral... albeit for just one room.


But that didn't matter, the Goddess of Disorder cheered herself up. If she could save up the down payment through overtime today, she could save up for a whole church tomorrow!


Chapter 511 Am I Not a God, Is This Correct?