Cyberpunk style, with a Cthulhu Mythos setting. The protagonist becomes a god in another world from the start. The most magnificent First Hall is brightly lit. During an emergency meeting called at short notice, a mysterious figure in white robes suddenly appears and reveals his identity card to the High Priest in white before him. The portly man of great power points at the golden card, stunned and regretful. Most of the people gathered nearby act as if it has nothing to do with them, a few move closer to watch, and an even smaller number recognize the identity card and are about to cry out or prostrate themselves. Outside the door lies only darkness: the suffering citizens and the uncanny creatures.
The head of the Knights keeps his lips pressed together and says nothing.
It seems he is witnessing history, something his father and ancestors had always hoped for, yet never dared even to imagine they might attain.
There is no doubt that later generations will paint this scene in oils, carve it into murals, record it in stories, and pass it down in every form imaginable and unimaginable. Within a day, word will spread throughout the country until everyone knows. Even the lowest-ranking Lanca, starving and with every rib clearly visible, will stand tall in the dark, filthy alleys at the thought of it.
A hundred, even a thousand years from now, newborns will be baptized to the strains of hymns praising this event.
Those old hymnbooks for the choir will need replacing.
Today, the Lanca of Pal receives the highest honor. From this moment on, the powers of the world will flow toward this place, and the gears of fate will begin turning once more...
