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 Ashen Messenger clapped, but then shook his head: "It's a pity that by that time, there was nobody left to have a decisive battle with me, and our universe's opponent was the intangible Fire of Despair."


"Do you know what the last moments of our universe were like? I should have told you, right? When we stepped out of the Milky Way, we discovered despair; the universe had already burnt out, leaving only our last galaxy. Our Milky Way was the twilight of the universe, and from the other extinct galaxies, remnants of civilizations kept arriving."


"They brought energy, and when our Milky Way was about to reduce to ashes, they injected that energy into the stars. Our galaxy's heroes continuously searched for anything that could be burnt at the end of the universe—stars, gas giants, any form of energy, even souls and volitions…."


Chapter 538: The BUG and Magic of the New World