I Made a Pact with the Gods, and They Called Me an Idiot

I made a pact with a god, and the god called me an idiot.

He said there was something wrong with my head, and I should quietly accept my role as a cannon fodder character.

But I refuse to accept it. Why was I born to be cannon fodder, a stepping stone for someone else?

Bah, I'm not even good enough to be a stepping stone.

[God, aren't you omnipotent? Please save me!]

The god said nothing, his golden eyes lifting slightly.

He raised his finely sculpted chin, then lifted a pale hand with long, distinct knuckles to tilt up my chin and slowly asked, [What are you willing to give in exchange?]