Warhammer: I'm Really Not a God!

The System dragged me into the Warhammer universe, right on the eve of the 40k era. I'm doomed. I want to save the world, but I don't have the guts. So I made a few clones for my own sake. I maxed out the power of my Aeldari clone so my human clone could grow in peace and clean up the Empire's whole mess. To take some pressure off my human clone, I also brought in a few companions and had them establish new legions. Everything was peaceful and uneventful. Every day, we fought a few battles, reclaimed some of the Empire's swampland, and watched my Aeldari clone beat the tar out of a Greater Daemon of Slaanesh!

But somehow, my Aeldari clone became a god to the Aeldari, who called him Asuryan Incarnate. My human clone was called a Primarch, and the humans of those worlds kept kowtowing to me, calling me the Emperor Reborn. The sky's fallen, folks! I spent my whole life as an ordinary person, and now people are praying to me as a god. The Yellow Rat must be laughing so hard he's about to fall off the toilet. Still, at least I'm fine. Ah! No, wait...