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

"Actually, you don't need to worry too much... They're not usually this insane... probably." The Magic Goddess, seeing the strange expression on Little Fire Dragon's face, could only offer some comforting words before taking the document the other had handed over.


"It seems to be research on the ecological structure transformations between the substance world and the subspace world... The name is very long, and there are some parts I don't quite understand."


"You can understand the writing? Why?" The Magic Goddess leafed through it and found the content had all turned into the twisted symbols of subspace, completely unrecognizable from what was originally written, and the new content after the distortion was also indecipherable.


But Little Fire Dragon just shrugged, "Because I'm a guide, probably."


Chapter 527: The Battle of History Begins_2