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

"NMD, stop it! Don't listen to them! Dawn Devil, think carefully, use your brain, these mortals are not ordinary people, you really don't believe they won't have an impact on the world, do you?"


In the void, the curses from the God of Invalidity seemed to be constantly coming, and from time to time they were mixed with phrases like "no hope," "quick cut," and "can't you do something serious."


The Dawn Devil was immediately pissed off!


What do you mean not doing serious things?


Isn't he doing it right now? And so what if something goes wrong, what does it have to do with him if the Spirit World really explodes?


Hilarious, he doesn't live in the Spirit World anyway.


"No problem, I will show you all the truth! Your ideals are...."


"Serpent Person Mister, Serpent Person Mister, have you awakened? Are you alright?"


Chapter 567: The Moral Quality of the Sixth Era Has Improved