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

"If we allow him to freely distribute knowledge everywhere, then everyone can reap benefits without working, just waiting every day for him to commit intellectual plagiarism! How is this behavior any different from that of the Ancient Mages?"


"For this bad thinking of his, I had a thorough discussion and research with him. The results so far are quite satisfying to me; he seems to have sobered up a bit, and the Subspace power in his body has significantly weakened. We will observe for another week, and if there are no major issues, then we will proceed with the next step of treatment."


The War Recovery God spread his hands, and then looked at Shang Lin, who seemed somewhat speechless, and suddenly came back to his senses: "Sorry! I talked a bunch about irrelevant things!"


"Irrelevant...." Shang Lin's outline of a body twitched slightly.


The words spoken by the War Recovery God sounded wrong at first, but as he continued, they started to make sense... MD, truly baffling!


Chapter 542: To Fulfill the Ideals of Mortals_2