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

"I don't care if I can outrun the gods, as long as I can outrun you!"


After the gods went on a rampage, attacked the Spirit World, and constructed a vast signal blocking net, they finally retreated from the Spirit World.


Returning to the mortal battlefield, as expected, the Pope, who originally used instant teleportation in a frenzy, now stood still on the spot.


"Congratulations to you all, although I don't know what you did outside the arena, the Pope can no longer move now, he seems incapable of hearing the Spirit World's echoes, caught in a maelstrom of self-doubt. This is your chance to defeat him and restore his memory....."


The God of Black Blood went straight in with a spear!


The tall mortal Pope was flung into the air by the spear, landing in a corner, but seemingly uninjured. Meanwhile, the second layer of his psyche that had trapped him for so long also fell silent, slightly improving his mental condition.


Chapter 557: The God of Obscurity_2