The World of Evil God game.

Chapter 654: Meeting of the True Gods
The disaster of art emanates outward from the end of time, and the cosmic turmoil caused by the collapse of a god's ideal of creating gods is very violent, but fortunately, the real universe now is already turbulent enough.

As the saying goes, the more debts you have, the less you worry. Just like a certain witch who owes debts too much, the debts will go bad by themselves as long as she owes enough. The same is true for the real universe. When its "representative will" was trapped in a chess universe called Warhammer 40k and enjoying the sea of ​​​​shit, facing the reality of being riddled with holes and explosions everywhere, the universe of the Sixth Age once again exerted its powerful subjective thinking.

What you are trying to create is an artistic disaster. What does the collapse of your ideals have to do with me? I didn't create you. If you want to find someone, go to deep space. Or maybe it's those who are engaged in artistic creation who will suffer the disaster.

It would be a good thing if everyone stopped doing art, because it means that the universe will become stable again. If you use this example, how can you say that you have caused a disaster? Aren't you just a good cleaner?

When reality begins to think, then "reality" itself will develop in a positive direction. This is called learning from others' strengths and making up for one's own weaknesses, discarding the dross and leaving the essence.

As a result, the gods and artists were in trouble.

Originally, this disaster would cause the imagination of the entire universe to drop by an unknown percentage. In simple terms, it would make the overall environment worse.

But now the overall environment refuses to change.

Then it will be the people in the general environment who will be unlucky.

"Oh my god, why is my paintbrush not working? No, no! I don't want to paint this!"

The first to suffer was, of course, the God of Coloring who reopened the universe's painting sky. Although deep space erosion and wars were erupting everywhere in the universe, these things had nothing to do with the God of Coloring.

She only needs to work overtime on Art Star to draw marginal works and broadcast them as children's animations, and the approaching deep space storms can be quickly calmed down - when disordered fantasies encounter orderly illusions, dissipation and cessation are the inevitable outcome.

However, when the artistic level of art practitioners throughout the universe suddenly dropped, it all seemed to have returned to the era when the God of Fiction had not yet been born.

The version has been reverted to beta 1.0.

How many excellent masterpieces became waste paper in an instant. The Messenger of Shock made all art practitioners feel the pain when they saw the garbage works, and made the most powerful rebuttal to the Still God: You think you draw well ≠ you are not garbage.

The God of Coloring was the first to jump out and object!

"It took me so long. Do you know that I have been practicing hard every minute of these years? From stick figures to high-quality porn pictures, I have spent so much time and effort! How can I be reduced to my original state overnight?"

The god of painting is angry!

The animation will be suspended this week and the comics will also be on hiatus for a week!
Overnight, all the masters of art who had artistic talent and worked very hard became rookies, and Still God ranked first on the art rankings.

This was truly an unexpected result. Even the Still God was confused by this ending for a long time, and it took him a while to recover.

Eh. It seemed like it should have been a bad thing!
But aren’t I the biggest winner now?
As soon as I opened my eyes, the artistic level of the whole world dropped ten thousand times, only I remained the same. At first, I didn't notice anything unusual, until I was on the space train back to the Kingdom of God, and the film crew checked my artistic qualification certificate and saw me slowly pull out a green art master badge from my head.
The flight attendant, who was a little impatient because of my slowness, was immediately in awe when he saw the proof of art. He took a deep breath, took two steps back, covered his mouth with his hands, and exclaimed: "You, you are actually the number one art master in the universe!"

After hearing this, the whole car started to talk. I, who was very sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, caught the key words such as "the best in the universe" and "invincible" in the voices of people around me. The people sitting next to me all stepped away, and some even covered their eyes as if they were dazzled by the light of my artistic proof.
What's wrong with this earthquake!

This vibration is just too good!

"He is worthy of being my messenger. This is true dedication to art. It turns out that I misunderstood him."

"Alas..." Still God sighed. Everyone's artistic ability has deteriorated. He is currently the strongest self-created master in the universe. It seems that he has a lot of work to do.
This is not a disaster at all.

Isn’t this a blessing?

The next art orders will surely be overwhelming! Still God came up with a good idea and quickly inserted a promotional advertisement on the TV program.

Given that everyone’s artistic level has been affected by the ideal self-destruction of a certain god-creating god, the only one who has not been affected is me, the great and still God!
So if you want to quickly improve your artistic level, come and pay to enroll in my art tuition class!

Everyone, stop being stubborn. Are you willing to be suppressed by me for the rest of your life?

The Messenger of Foolishness stared in amazement at the temporary advertisement playing on the Still God's channel!
"You are really a messenger of shock who does everything to make money and promote trash art. My brother, your disappearance is completely worthless."

Gods really have no bottom line!

Just as the Still God predicted, when people in the real universe encounter something they cannot understand, their first reaction is to look for the gods and spirits that may have caused these phenomena. As for why they don't look for those extreme mortals, it is because they are too extreme to be found.

"Damn it, what nonsense are you talking about! Now Still God is the greatest artist in the universe!"

"How could I have such an absurd dream? I'll pay you fifty gold coins to wake me up quickly."

"Even if I draw a mess, I can still draw better than the Still God."

"If she were to teach us how to paint, I wouldn't dare imagine being beaten and insulted by my own paintings. What she taught us was not painting at all, but a lost fighting technique."

Artists in the real universe gave a lot of negative reviews to Still God's advertisement, but many people did send private messages to it.

"I've given you a high-quality review before, so give me a lower tuition fee."

"I have an art exhibition coming up soon, I have to get back to my level immediately, I can add money."

Although they are all tough-mouthed, their bodies are honest. When they talk, they are filled with righteous indignation. When asked, they all say that it is better to die than to study. When the cram school starts next month, we will meet in the same classroom and laugh it off. Oh, what a coincidence, you are here too. I am here to get beaten, and so are you. Let's be sandbags together!

You said I posted something online last month? Did I? Why don't I remember anything like that? You must have remembered it wrong, or my account was hacked. Damn it, it must be the work of the Obstacle God. It's so bad.

【What happened? 】

The deep space entities trapped in the sub-reality also became terrified.

They were just racking their brains to find a way to attract real passers-by to enter the "game product reality" they created. The plan was finally passed, but as a result, an invisible force swept across the entire universe, including a large number of sub-realities.

The energy of fantasy dropped rapidly. The deep space entities had the same power as those deep space god-created gods. The god-created gods were the extension of the power of the deep space plane and their external manifestation. Their ideals were shaped by deep space.

When the ideals from deep space are shattered, the powerful entities representing the creation of deep space will also be affected to a certain extent.

If the plane of deep space still existed, the entities would not feel anything, but now that the plane has been taken away from its power, the entities are horrified to find that the endless scrapped projects and ideas brewing in their minds cannot be "realized"!

I have a good idea in my mind, but I just can’t realize it in a good way!

[What a curse! The masterpiece in my mind, all my high-quality ideas that were abandoned, were only one step away from success, but the hateful framework set by the God of Fiction attracted more incompetent real-life residents to fall and become corrupt! ]

[Woooo! Just a little bit! I can't accept this. Are we only able to make those pirated games that look like money-making scams and low-quality games to attract those stupid passers-by? ]

[I have developed a very powerful game. As long as the real residents get close and curiously touch it, a jump link will pop up automatically. Although they can also quit voluntarily, after all, we do not have the right to force them to come in, but this will make them feel bored, but after being annoyed, they will become curious and become our players. After all, black fans are also fans.]

[It's all over! Our creativity has declined, something has backfired on us. Obviously, the source of this power is here. I heard the wailing and cursing in the void, like a strong artist who would rather die than surrender, roaring angrily at the hateful reality of fate, denouncing, denouncing the disappearance of light.]

[TMD, the messenger of shock! ]

In the distant void, the Fifth Era shines with the glory of righteousness.

"What does the explosion of the God-creating God in the Sixth Epoch have to do with us? The pirated game we made was not released in the Sixth Epoch. We just had fun in our own Epoch and then let everyone play online together."

"How come the image quality dropped to 120P after an update? Oh my god, this is not a mosaic issue at all. My divine eyes are going blind!"

The God of Justice punched the pirated game console and said, "Although I am playing pirated games, I am doing so with justice in my heart, so my pirated games are also genuine games. What I do is just. How could I suffer this kind of hardship?"

Holding an LED light bulb and often stealing electricity, the God of Light dressed like a traditional religious god, looking very noble and holy, but actually wearing an electrician's uniform, said as a matter of course:

"Does a work of this quality really exist? It's unbelievable. In a sense, it's as precious as an antique handed down from generation to generation. This is also a kind of alternative fuzzy art. I think the classification of art does not need to be so serious. In fact, if you think about it carefully, everything can be art."

“Is art such an inconvenient thing?”

The God of Order pondered: "But the point is, our definition of art is too broad. According to what you said, then my mathematics is also art. In fact, I have always believed that mathematics is difficult to describe and is the most powerful art in the universe. The laws of mathematics are different in different universes. They are the laws that interpret the underlying logic of the era, just like when we make pirated copies, we also use mathematics."

"Hey! Why can't I understand the advanced math book I wrote myself!"

The God of Order flipped through his notes and books in horror, and the righteous gods around him were suddenly terrified!

"Stop thinking! The God of Light has led us astray! Don't switch to the thinking mode of the Sixth Epoch. Damn it, it must be because the God of Hope is always connected to the Sixth Epoch, causing us to not only fail to influence them, but be influenced by them instead!"

God of Friendship: "Well, is there a possibility that the influence is mutual? Okay, don't look at me so fiercely. I know you must think that I did something in private, but I really didn't add them as my friend, nor did I chat with them privately, let alone share the anecdotes of the Fifth Epoch with them!"

A muscular dragon man raised his finger and said, "That's not right. The problem is how can the things in the Sixth Epoch affect us? You ask me how I know this. Haha, I am the only real genuine user among you. I have a TV from the Sixth Epoch, and I still have a signal."

"Ask me how to stably receive the Sixth Epoch signal without having to climb over the wall?"

"All you need is courage. Courage = firm belief, firm belief = stable signal, stable signal = stable faith, stable faith = stable reception of network signals and stable download speed at a good value."

"But even if you have the courage and feel that you can do anything, you still can't deal with the decline in your artistic level. I think the reason why you are affected is because of the god of hope."

"We've told her many times not to sneak across the Sixth Epoch just because she thinks it's interesting. She's been slapped on the firewall so many times by the God of Fiction, but she still hasn't learned her lesson. If she wants to sneak across, she can only go through formal channels such as world fusion. The most important thing is that she always occupies our network, and every time she causes a big problem, she asks us to pay the price."

The God of Courage looked around:

"Everyone, we need to unite."

"If we enter the Sixth Epoch completely, it will be bad for us. Now we have a stable Internet connection and we don't have to pay for it. We can download pirated games without paying and enjoy the same treatment as genuine players. Isn't this a wonderful life?"

"We can work together to seal the Goddess of Hope in the Sixth Epoch. Since she wants to go there so badly, she can go there and never come back. The Sixth Epoch will gain a master of whole life, and we will have a stable network and no longer have to bear the blame. The 'great mortals' of our era will no longer have to despise and humiliate her, and the Goddess of Hope can also gain her personality and dignity. This is simply a happy ending for all four sides."

"Only our True God Era can achieve such a beautiful ending! For a better future, we need to develop some products and expand our own influence, so that we can leave traces of the God of Hope."

"What do you think we'll do if she brings people back to counterattack? Do you think our Fifth Epoch is some kind of 250-person team instance in a large-scale game that can be cleared at will?"

(End of this chapter)