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

When the Dawn Devil appeared in the Subspace and turned back to look at the Gate of Truth, seeing the seal that shimmered with the brilliance of miracles, he confirmed that he really had come out from inside!


Hated, avenged, and cursed by the Messenger of Miracles for so long, he, as the universe's first miracle, had been sealed for who knows how many years, and now, he could do anything he wanted...


"You idiot, stop thinking about extraneous things, do you want to be locked in a toilet by the Gods and lose at games until you go mad!"


The hollow voice of the God of Invalidity rang out again. The Dawn Devil was somewhat dissatisfied; he was already out, what in the universe could possibly stop him now...


Boom! The sound of Subspace shattering resonated, forcibly interrupting the Dawn Devil's thoughts. He stared in astonishment at the massive meteor appearing in the distant Subspace sky, and there was more than one!


Chapter 561 Daily Tasks