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

"M-Mafariao, Kil'Jaeden! Hah hah hah ahhh!"


"This completely disregards the laws of playing cards. We had such a perfect start, and under the calculations of the sages, your deck should not contain so many inexplicable cards, and yet they happen to match perfectly?!"


"This should not result in a reverse defeat; the outcome can't be like this! It totally violates the logical progression of normal events!"


The Dwarf Sages broke into a cold sweat!


"Do witches have the skill to imprint cards with their imagination, or do you also possess the same ability, with all your cards being blanks, only imprinted as needed?"


"How could that be possible, all blanks is just too shameless. If you think you can get whatever you want just by wanting it, then you're sorely mistaken! Even in dreams that's not possible, you still have to pay." The Messenger of Miracles said indifferently, holding up a finger:


Chapter 582: Because I Believe in the Deck_2