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

After continuous defeats, Dawn Devil discovered that all the money he had earned from previous victories had been lost through gambling.


And the incessant murmuring of God of Ignorance was like mental pollution, constantly echoing in his ears and mind, as if it wanted to completely devour him. All that nonsense about bonds with a Deck, drawing cards with heart, and the cards remembering your call... This guy always talks gibberish!


Dawn Devil lay next to the billboard, starting to question his life.


Could it be that my own Truth is completely useless?


Could it be that I really have no bond with my Deck... Could it really be that drawing cards relies on this nonsensical bond?


Chapter 564: To Split, I Must Watch Ads