The World of Evil God game.

“Dream preservation service is a service I am trying to launch. By blurring the lines between reality and fiction, the concept of archive can also appear in the real world. It can be regarded as another form of regret medicine.”

"However, unlike in games, you can set a save file in the game, kill NPCs at will, and then return to the previous time node through the save file. This is not a problem especially for stand-alone games."

"But if you think you can save a save file in reality, kill as many people as you want, and then rewind to become a new gentleman, then you are totally wrong. In the end, you will only encounter a large group of extreme mortals who are looking for revenge on you."

"This is the biggest feature of dream archiving. Although it can restart your life in reality, it only applies to you. For others, you may just change your lifestyle, change your job, or regress to a previous state. After all, your life has nothing to do with others."

Shang Lin explained in detail to the little girl, and the little girl looked at the fictional god that suddenly appeared with a confused look on her face. At this time, even the extreme atheist who was talking loudly turned his head to the side. He stared at Shang Lin carefully and suddenly slapped his thigh:

"Hey! I know you! You're the mascot of that fictional church printed on its promotional poster! But your design is a little too abstract!"

"They also claim you are some kind of god. Hey, how much is your suit? How much is your salary for a day's performance?"

"Five thousand gold coins." Shang Lin made up a random number, and the extreme atheist was shocked: "So much money? Are you still hiring?"

"Yes, but not someone like you, because you can't match my acting skills. Your level is too poor. Look, I can become bigger, smaller, fatter, or thinner." Shang Lin twisted and turned on the spot, confusing the extreme atheist.

Then this guy sat there and began to doubt his life:

"Maybe I'm really not suited to this kind of lucrative job. Even a magic trick is too good to be true. You're really a professional."

Shang Lin clapped his hands and ignored the self-doubting extreme atheist. Instead, he asked the little girl, and also asked the dreamless messenger in the deepest part of the little girl's heart:

"Thanks for purchasing the dream preservation service. Are all of them saved now?"

The Dawn Devil has what the Dreamless Messenger needs, what he needs to understand, the infinite dream of life. Theoretically speaking, the Dawn Devil appeared by sacrificing two civilizations that had reached their peak, erasing everything from them, and was born from the concept of "truth".

He is not a god, but he has some of the characteristics of a god and can be said to be quasi-god. At the same time, the many lives that the little girl saw through the carving of the soul of the Dawn Devil are, of course, all the souls left over from the two civilizations.

If you want the truth, you must exchange it with your soul.

This is exactly the answer that those who have been pursuing the truth since ancient times have believed. Although it was just a fantasy at the beginning, as more people thought about it, it became a reality. This is the Sixth Era.

"All the souls of the two civilizations that have reached their peak, their history, their humanity, their good and evil, their beauty and ugliness, are all condensed into one soul. This is enough for you to carve for a long time. What you see and carve out now is just the surface."

Shang Lin believed that the soul of the Dawn Devil was enough to allow the Dreamless Messenger to return to normal progress and make a big step forward!

This huge and rich recollection, wrapped with the concept of truth, was enough to impact the ideals of the Dreamless Messenger, making her fully understand that even such a powerful civilization eventually recognized their own ideals, because of their reckless actions, the erroneous thing, the Dawn Devil, was born. All the souls from the two peak civilizations condensed in the soul of the Dawn Devil, didn’t they regret and feel angry?

"You are kinder than her, and you understand human nature better than her. Soul sculptor is a very promising profession, but sometimes we can't pursue perfection in everything. The most perfect thing is the most imperfect. Remember this."

Shang Lin touched the little girl's head, and the little girl was slightly startled: "God of Fiction, can you hear her voice?"

The little girl scratched her head and said, "In fact, I felt it not long ago. From time to time, there was a strange voice talking in my ear. It should be a sister, but I can't see her. If it is a soul, I should be able to see it."

"Sometimes, I think what she said is right, and sometimes I think what she said is not quite right."

Shang Lin: "Forget what she said. Think about yourself. People who really care about you are like me. They can shout it out loud and face to face, and criticize or evaluate certain things thoroughly, instead of hiding and muttering in a low voice!"

"Just like the products sold by the gods in the Sixth Epoch, how to distinguish the quality of a product is to see if the product has side effects. If there are side effects, it must be genuine, otherwise it is a scam."

"It's just like identifying whether a church is legitimate or not, and whether a god is legitimate or not. Gods and churches that don't charge money are definitely scams and illegal organizations!"

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then she felt that what Shang Lin said made sense.

After all, the Sixth Epoch was like this. Although she could hardly remember her past, she had received many guests at the Art Star, and some kind-hearted people even gave her gifts. Of course, she received money for those gifts.

Regardless of whether the money comes from her or not, at least there must be a procedure for collecting the money.

"You're right. I shouldn't care about that sister's voice. I should pay more attention to my own thoughts and choices."

"In fact, I vaguely remember that I seemed to care a lot about other people's eyes and opinions before, so I always wanted to cater to them and please them, but later I felt that it was like a dream, and my memory was fragmented."

The little girl lowered her head.

Shang Lin touched her head and said, "Since it is a dream, let it fade away gradually. Dreams are just a starting point and a medium for realizing dreams. For us, dreams are more like a movie of life. Meeting new friends in this movie or fulfilling our previous dreams is the key."

“Let the broken dreams disappear, and let those forgotten beautiful things reappear, just like you now.”

"Enjoy your work. You are here to realize your dreams. You don't have to cater to or please anyone, not even me! Enjoy your new life! Your soul and will are free!"

Shang Lin pointed to the distance, at the bustling crowd, everyone had a smile on their face. They were doing what they loved to do, no one would force them to do anything, and for some reason they would spontaneously abide by the rules here.

Because this is the star of art, a place that shows the best side of people's hearts. Those bad and broken parts will be eliminated from here, and this is people's subconscious and spontaneous behavior. Everyone wants to show their best side!

In the Sixth Epoch, only on the Star of Art do people have moral qualities—at least until the ideals of the extreme mortals are realized.

"Hey! I really like what you said!" The extreme atheist also got rid of his self-doubt at this time and gave a thumbs up to Shang Lin's "speech":

"We are all free to show our beauty and enjoy our lives. This is what this place is like! It would be better if there were no guys who claim to be gods and that crazy doctor."

The Dawn Devil also chewed over Shang Lin's words carefully, and Shang Lin looked at him: "Now the whispers and screams in your soul should have disappeared, how do you feel?"

"I felt great, and the voice that had been shouting out the truth gradually faded away."

The Dawn Devil who lost his memory seemed to have switched his personality. The God of Invalidity used a great memory cutting technique, which seemed to have cut a little too much. But for him, perhaps the force was just right!

And now it has been cleansed from the inside out by extreme atheists!

The souls and memories of the past were preserved by the Dreamless Messenger, but the Dawn Devil, as the container and subject, temporarily lost those things!

“A new life is beckoning you. Enjoy everything here and forget about the unhappy and bad things. In other words, say goodbye to your past self.”

Shang Lin enlightened the Dawn Devil, but it was more like bewitching than enlightening.

The Dawn Devil happily thanked Shang Lin and the extreme atheist:

"Thank you for your help. I am going to look for my job and dream. Although I have lost my memory and the life I imagined, I still have a lot of time and I can create a new life!"

Shang Lin: "That's right. Art Star has many daily tasks. You need to spend 24 hours a day on daily work, and the remaining hour belongs to you. Your new life starts here!"

The Dawn Devil left full of energy!

However, Shang Lin knows that the "extreme remarks" of extreme atheists will not have a permanent effect.

After getting away from this guy, as time goes by, the whispers and screams in his soul should recover again. However, now the power of truth of the Dawn Devil has been divided away by extreme mortals. Although he still has the concept of truth, he cannot exert his original strength and is just an empty shell.

There is no wrong version in the 6 book forum!

Shang Lin's goal is to exploit the other party as much as possible before his memory is restored, and to persuade him to do daily tasks to increase his value.

It was very simple and I didn't have any backup plan. I just wanted to mess with him and see his expression when he got defensive.

Inside the Gate of Truth.

The ancient gods are helping to build new toilets, and the gods claim that an invasion of daily life will happen soon. This door of truth has been transformed into a copy. Once the invaders enter, their health bars will start to light up, and then they will eat shit here repeatedly, accompanied by exciting and weird background music to reveal the true face of this new daily activity.

The ancient gods waited like this, and finally, ripples appeared in the void.

The God of Invalidity has been sealed by the gods, and now he can't even say a word of protest. He can only watch the ancient gods rubbing their hands in the Gate of Truth and exchanging their experiences in the defense. His position is the "lighthouse" that guides the servants of other Blank Gods to arrive, and it is extremely bright in the boundless background void!

The space inside the Gate of Truth began to fluctuate and distort!

At the same time, the exciting BGM began to sound, of course the music style was electronic music provided by Iron God.

According to what the gods claimed, if there were any unique-looking characters among the servants of the Blank God, they wouldn't mind looking for music gods like the Silver God to help those enemies write some music albums or make some peripheral products.

Of course, using the enemy's image to make money and create value for oneself is a normal practice for the gods of the Sixth Epoch. As for copyright fees, they would not give a single gold coin.

"Here I come. The daily activities have begun. I am the king of the defense!"

"I am the king of losing the defense!"

"Let them taste the malice of the Ancient Gods! These Epoch country bumpkins!"

The ancient gods were rubbing their hands in anticipation, their emotions were excited and enthusiastic. Ever since they started playing villains in the Sixth Epoch, they had either been in jail or being beaten up in games, and they had never been truly happy. But this time, they were ordered to give a defense!

The void began to burn, and a pale and terrifying flame poured out from the space of the Gate of Truth. Immediately afterwards, a black and white giant god with empty eyes and a gibbon-like appearance leaped from the opposite side of the space, holding an axe that exuded fierce divine power in his hand!

"Artifacts" obtained from other eras or other world lines!

And his own strength is also equivalent to that of a powerful "God"!

As soon as the black and white giant entered the Gate of Truth, a mark and a health bar immediately appeared on his head! A long green health bar was inserted into his head. The black and white giant reached out and tried to tear off the health bar, but all he touched was air and an illusion!

That health bar comes from the fictional world and cannot be removed by it!

[Monster level: Unconventional god. ]

【Name: Vanguard of World Destruction.】

【HP: 520W (Elite).】

[Resistance: Divine spell resistance 70%, curse resistance 50%, mortal resistance 50%, magic resistance (conventional magic immunity), combat skills damage reduction 60%]

"Oh my god, this data is higher than my data in the game!" An ancient god took a look and was furious: "Why set such high data for a country bumpkin like this? My health in the game is only 150W!"

"That's not a setting, it seems to be just a display. Besides, if the health of the Dark God's BOSS is set higher, it will be really hard to defeat it." Other ancient gods complained: "But I saw that he has no defense resistance. Curse resistance ≠ original curse resistance!"

"The slow ones are still talking, while the fast ones are already the kings of losing their defense!"

The ancient gods howled, and a large number of primordial curses were thrown at the black and white giant in front of them with mosaics!