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

"So, what about you? Were you duped by some third-rate charlatan claiming to be a Deity with all that infinite spirit and perfect body nonsense? Don't worry, let me help you break the hypnotism... oh no, I mean the deception! There are just too many swindlers in the Sixth Era, you really have to be careful in your daily life!"


The suddenly harsh words of the extreme atheist made the Dawn Devil instinctively alert, a nameless sense of crisis rapidly enveloping his heart, as if countless subconscious voices were simultaneously screaming—don't engage in conversation with them!


But... he was really curious how this guy who had been stabbed like a shower head ended up like this.


The Dawn Devil couldn't contain his curiosity!


The extreme atheist looked at his own body and then waved his hand dismissively.


Chapter 572: Your Truth is Nothing but an Illusion!_2