The World of Evil God game.

Chapter 559 God's Town

Gods always have similar ideas. If there is a fun activity, they will definitely go there in person to experience it, then disrupt the local activities and then leave.

But there are exceptions sometimes.

While the ignorant God was planning to sell fake cards and even imitate the Golden Legend to make a profit, a God had already gone to the Art Star to conduct a trial operation!

The God of Death came to the Star of Art. As soon as he stood at the stall, the ancient war gods on crutches pointed at him and laughed.

The entire business street is filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

What can the God of Death do? He can't do anything, you know!

Everyone is doing art, and those who don’t have art are also turned into art, but the only thing is death. Does this thing have anything to do with art?

It is true that people who want to die can make a big event with a grand funeral, but now death has become a part of life, and the essence of the concept has shifted. No matter how big the event, people will find it boring.

However, the God of Death lowered his top hat, snapped his fingers and put on adult clothes. A large number of exquisite handicrafts appeared around his stall as if by magic, and exuded a strong smell of death!

"Do you think I can only play games or force people to work overtime?"

"I am an investor and businessman. After the concept of art emerged, I have been closest to it. You may not realize that all craft works are dead when they are born."

"They are given power by the God of Fiction or the magic of transformation, so they can be considered alive. Static things sometimes represent the concept of death, and death sometimes refers to stillness. This is why the sculptures of the Static God can cause the deaths of a large number of people and panic."

"That was clearly caused by the sculpture coming to life and beating people." Some ancient war gods insisted, but their eyes were indeed attracted by the handicrafts.

"Look, what I'm best at is taking gold coins out of other people's pockets. Now, are you captured by these crafts?"

The God of Death chuckled: "It's just like shopping online. You know that this thing is useless and will only take up space, but you just can't control your hands from buying it!"

"Look, these handicrafts are made by me using bones, corpses, and souls. The materials are terrible, right? But the finished products are so beautiful. This is the charm of death!"

"A jar of bones, a crystal bottle of souls, a silver mirror of the heart, a lamp of flesh and blood."

Ignoring the stunned expressions of the ancient war gods, many customers had gathered around the Death God's business location. Many undead skeletons were carefully examining the bone artworks, and at the same time, they did not forget to take a look at the Death God, and then exclaimed:

“Could these things come from your employees?”

This one sentence immediately broke the defense of the God of Death, and he became angry:

"How is that possible? Am I the kind of boss who would skin and suck out your bones?"

"I won't do this to my employees, because they have to stay alive and work overtime for me! Oh, I said it wrong, they should not be allowed to revive!"

The God of Death said proudly: "My death materials come from the embodiment of the value of death, rather than the corpse materials of any fixed character. Unlike those stinking third-rate necromancers, I only need to snap my fingers, and the value of death will automatically become what I want and appear in this world."

"That's why we gods need values. Values ​​have many functions that you mortals can't understand!"

These products quickly spread among the undead guests, and sales continued to grow. Of course, there were also guests from other normal races who passed by and took a look. After learning about the raw materials of these handicrafts, they gave some comments:

"Small workshops are very aggressive in cutting materials."

The Death God's death crafts are indeed very popular in the market. After all, no one has ever thought of playing with corpses in this way. Fortunately, they are not real corpses, otherwise the Paladin would have to rush to the scene immediately and perform a holy light self-destruction.

"My business philosophy is that life will enter death, and death will give birth to new life. The so-called death crafts are to freeze the moment when life has not yet been born, but death has not yet faded. For example, if I put a small red flower in the soul crystal bottle, does it look much warmer?"

"By the way, the soul in the soul crystal bottle can actually be customized. Based on your personal preferences, you can ask it to play wailing, weeping, sad howling, or even recite poetry, or make painful and smelly humming and shouting!"

"It is more convenient to buy a Skeleton Pot. Usually, it is a work of art assembled from bone fragments. If you have friends over at home with naughty children, and they accidentally smash your Skeleton Pot, don't worry, the bones will piece themselves together and return to their original state!"

"At the same time, these skeleton fragments that crawl around and roar will also bring a heavy psychological shadow to the damn child. The skeleton fragments will grab the corners of his clothes and try to tear him apart and turn him into a part of the pot. Of course, if you are afraid, then these are all false, but if you are not afraid, then they are true. At this time, you can recommend the friend you don't like to go to the God of War's hospital and pay a registration fee of 500 gold coins!"

"Try this one, the Silver Mirror of the Soul. This is a mirror made by injecting silver into an empty soul that has lost its soul. Of course, it still uses the embodiment of the value of death, and it doesn't really hurt anyone. When you stand in front of the mirror and talk to yourself every day, this mirror will use discouraging words to give a bad evaluation of your behavior today. It is most suitable for people who challenge themselves. Trying to make this mirror that has no good words say good things is also a kind of fun!"

"Hey, aren't these all dangerous items? There's also a crystal bottle that makes a stinking sound. Who would buy this kind of stuff?"

The Ancient God of War started to sabotage the show, and the God of Death was very helpless: "You guys who only care about muscles and lying dead, shouldn't you go participate in the Mortal Challenge? Don't delay me from selling products to customers here!"

Near the business point of the God of Death, there is the second God who came here to do business. Of course, it is not quite accurate to say that he is doing business.

An incarnation of the God of Collapse was sitting here, quickly drawing blueprints of various buildings, while in front of his business point were a group of construction magicians and trainee architects. After getting the blueprints, they began to build, making small building sand tables, and then used buildings to fight each other. Those buildings could not only stand up and fire, but also fly and escape.

The battles in the construction industry have evolved from a "tower defense game" to a "war chess game". Even now, before constructing a building, a simulated war simulation must be carried out on a sand table, and passers-by shook their heads after watching it.

There are already enough light prism towers in the universe! Inviting architects to plan the city now is no different from demolition.

However, the fundamental reason why the construction industry has been able to develop so quickly to the point of "sandbox war" and "chess confrontation" is that the construction wars that took place in various parts of the universe some time ago resulted in a large number of architects being killed in the buildings, and huge amounts of resurrection coins were spent. After finally capturing them, they had to rush to the next battlefield to increase the value of the God of Death until it took off.

Even the students in the Warrior Academy gave them a thumbs up and screamed! These are real warriors!

Although the merchandise sold by the God of Death is quite unique and can easily cause high blood pressure, surprisingly, many races other than the undead also buy it. Not all customers who come to the Art Star are here for business. Some people come simply to find spiritual comfort, and seeing strange merchandise can actually increase their interest.

Among them is the little girl who was transformed from the Dreamless Messenger.

The little girl stared at the little boy in front of her and the handicrafts he was selling, and the God of Death also realized that the little girl in front of him seemed to be a hidden god, and that the fluctuation was quite familiar.

"Is it God who created God? If he appears as a character in a dream, he is the messenger of Wumeng. This is normal. After all, this art star is formed by countless dreams. I am also running a business here. How can the messenger of Wumeng resist such temptation?"

The God of Death muttered to himself while looking at the little girl:

"What do you want to buy? It's half price for the first time purchase."

Compared to the gods who are greedy for money, the God of Death is generous and magnanimous. He often gives game coins to Dog Brother and Louis who play games with him, and he also distributes coins on the streets or in front of the fictional church. This is because money is actually the least important thing for the God of Death.

The gold coins scattered now will return to the God of Death in more than twice the amount!

"No, I'm just looking."

The little girl transformed by the Dreamless Messenger embarrassedly rejected the sales pitch of the God of Death because she did not have many gold coins in her pocket and could not afford such an expensive soul craft.

The God of Death thought for a moment and saw the God of Fiction looking at this place not far away.

The incarnation of the fictional god is staring at this god-creating god?

"Really? Now I'll give you a thousand gold coins. Now that you have money, buy this handicraft."

The God of Death generously pushed a handicraft in front of the little girl and at the same time lined up a row of gold coins, almost blinding the eyes of passers-by around him. Then these gold coins were taken back by the God of Death, and the entire transaction process was completed.

The little girl was very surprised. After a brief thought, she thanked the God of Death solemnly:

"Thank you, God, I will repay you!"

"Oh my friend, since you said so, I am waiting for your reward. I wish you a prosperous business!"

The God of Death sent the little girl away, and the ancient war gods also gathered together. Although the strength of these ancient war gods had already reached the point of being in decline, they had once been glorious and had lived long enough. They also saw some clues and realized that this little girl did not seem to be an ordinary person.

"That girl has the shadow of a god, but it's a little vague. She may be a god-creator."

The God of Death looked at those ancient gods in surprise. He didn't expect that these war gods had such vicious eyes!

"Yes, that is a god-created god." The God of Death told the ancient war gods: "And it is most likely the messenger of Wu Meng."

"She is a god who collects dreams of life and turns regrets into perfection. But everyone knows that there is nothing perfect in the world. Once something can be called perfect, it is precisely the biggest flaw."

"So all the lives that she had given a perfect life fell into extreme madness and became puppets without their own will."

"Compared to other gods created by gods, the harm caused by Wumeng's messenger is less, mainly because she will not harm the world and civilization on a large scale."

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“And here, there are a lot of dreams gathering now, but with the presence of our God, she can’t cause any trouble here.”

"The best outcome is that she finds her dream again and redeems herself."

As the God of Death made his comments, a farmer and a knight who were passing by shuddered at the same time.

Messenger of abundance: "God is also at work here."

Ashbringer: "I thought this place was pretty good. Maybe I'll get a chance to see my God selling scrap metal here."

There is an elf sitting on the side of the road with a red door behind him, recruiting passers-by to work in his business area.

"That looks good!" The Messenger of Plenty heard the elf's recruitment and had some ideas in his mind.

I have already opened farms in the End Times and the Subspace, and now all I need is the Star of Art.

The business area is different from the business point. It is a completely customized area.

In the End Times and the Warp, super plants that can resist powerful natural disasters, world collapse, material annihilation, and the Big Bang can be cultivated. On the Star of Art, the Messenger of Harvest decided to plant some fantasy exotic crops. After creating them, they will be stuffed into the underlying resource library of the universe and then replicated in Stardew Valley.

And the Ashbringer had somehow run to the candy shop and bought a bunch of cakes and candies.

"This tastes absolutely amazing. After experiencing the baptism of natural disasters and the impact of manure, eating a bite of cake again, this is what real life is like!"

The Ashbringer opened his visor, revealing it was filled with wriggling hot ashes. The cake melted and disappeared as soon as it was put in. The Richbringer was speechless. He even felt that the Ashbringer did not taste any of the cake at all.

At this moment, the eyes of the Messenger of Plenty met those of the God of Death. He hurriedly avoided the sight of the God of Death, but then he changed his mind and realized that he had already begun to transform and the curse of his ideal had been almost resolved. Even if his identity was stripped off, the farmers in Stardew Valley would defend him. What was there to be afraid of? So the Messenger of Plenty also toughened up and looked the God of Death directly in the eye.

Death God: "?"

"Are all the gods created by Gods now so arrogant?"

"One, two, three, four, dreamless, abundant, ashes, and the one recruiting workers. Isn't that eternity? Sitting on a golden toilet, you still need to send an avatar to experience life?"

"It's a pity that the volcano and miracles are not here, otherwise the gods would be complete."

I heard that a sealed door was found in the subspace before, and it was shining with miraculous light. Maybe it was a sign of the return of the miracle messenger.

As for what's behind the door, the God of Death is quite interested, because he might recognize the shape of that door.

But the contents inside are hard to evaluate.

"They are all gathering together to run the same town? In that case, why not recruit the Dreamless Messenger as well?"

The God of Death held his cheek and saw the young man recruiting workers walk to the business point of the God of Collapse. He first recruited the clone of the God of Collapse, and then walked to the side of the business point of the God of Collapse and really recruited the little girl as well!

"God's Town. Interesting. Send a message to other gods, and let's pretend to be NPCs and go to God's Town to play!"

in subspace.

The alchemists found the huge sealed portal, which was shining with a miraculous light.

The door shook, and something inside was watching the alchemists.

Ah. It was at this moment, after being sealed by the Miracle Messenger for so long,

"The monsters in the spirit world deserve to open the door"

"The devil can barely open it even if he is bewitched"

"If all else fails, Demon Hunters are not bad either."

"The alchemists who came here to offer sacrifices were considered sloppy."

Then, a loud shout came from the gate:

"This is the door to truth. People who come here in search of truth, let me see how far you have come in understanding the truth!"

"Offer a sacrifice to the truth!"

The Great Alchemist narrowed his eyes and shouted to the people behind him, "Oh, I didn't expect this to be the Gate of Truth. Hurry up and bring out the toilet figurine we designed! The Gate of Truth will be shocked!"

The Door of Truth: "Fuck, what is a toilet man?"