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

"Conditions… what are they? What do you want? I don't quite understand."


The Eternal Messenger was seeing the Ashen Messenger for the first time. In fact, he didn't know much about other Creator Gods either, as his transformation into a Creator God had been fixed since then.


But just seeing the other's dramatic entrance, was it a declaration of battle?


"Oh, I apologize. After I step out of Purgatory, I turn out this way, but don't be nervous, these are only illusions, and they won't cause any mental stimulation to others."


The Ashen Messenger pointed to the effects around him, "Because I am a Creator God from another timeline, what is displayed on me is the scene of my timeline completely burning out, what's called the Universe Apocalypse."


"However, that apocalypse has long disappeared, it's just that its remnants have merged with me and cannot be separated; I am the last representative of my universe, my world."


"Um… and I can't exactly be called a life either."


Chapter 532 Let the Galaxy Burn!