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

Dawn Devil crawled out from the adventurer guild.


A complete failure in daily activities, he was tinged with confusion, only now remembering that he should have sought out the Creator God...


After collecting crops and rashly gambling had led to financial breakdown, going to the adventurer guild for daily tasks only resulted in brutal humiliation. Now, he was drained of both money and spirit, weaponless to boot.


"The God of Invalidity was right, I underestimated the folks of this Era; everyone here is insane, from Deities to Mortals, not a single one is normal! Why do they still tirelessly engage in such pointless activities!"


Dawn Devil crouched dejectedly on the street corner, watching those bustling about with their daily tasks, and felt they were excessively noisy!


"One last time, I'll take on a daily task, but this time I must choose wisely. I came here to beguile the Creator God, yet thus far I haven't even seen a glimpse of one!"


Chapter 565: Revealing the Truth to Mortals!