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

"Speaking of which, although I don't understand you, I do know that you are the only Creator God who has never caused trouble in the Universe. It seems that your mental state is quite good, unmolested by the Curse of ideals...."


"My Curse only half belongs to the Sixth Era." Ashen Messenger responded and informed the Eternal Messenger about how his own world went down the path of madness due to the energy crisis, and finally witnessed the Fire of Despair.


"That is truly regrettable." Eternal Messenger suddenly felt empathy for Ashen Messenger. After all, he had witnessed countless disasters, and although he could not compare to the pain that Ashen Messenger had experienced, right now he found it a hassle just sitting on the toilet while Ashen Messenger had to endure the lamentation burning of the entire Universe, and now he had even lost his homeland and friends.


Chapter 532 Let the Galaxy Burn!_2