The Rise of God, Beginning with Greek Mythology

I transmigrated to the vast, boundless universe of Western mythology and became the supreme God.

In the Greek divine realm, atop the dazzling heights of Mount Olympus, the goddesses who once looked down on all others abandoned Zeus one after another. They cast off their divine radiance and devoutly knelt at my feet, becoming angels at my sacred side and guarding my glory and dignity.

In the Egyptian divine realm, I descended in person and guided Moses with my boundless divine power. He raised his staff, and the Red Sea split open, revealing a dry passage. Countless people cheered as they crossed this miraculous path and returned to a fertile land flowing with milk and honey, the new home I had bestowed upon them.

In the Norse divine realm, I solemnly rang the bell of doom. Its deafening toll echoed between heaven and earth. Ragnarok descended, and countless gods trembled before this irresistible power. Their age came to an end, and a new era was born in my hands.

The Celtic, Babylonian, Persian, and Indian divine realms... These once-independent, glorious domains have now all submitted beneath the iron hooves of the angelic armies. My angels shine like brilliant stars, illuminating the entire world of mythology and proclaiming my rule and glory.

I am God, a being exalted above all things. Every living creature in the mortal world, high or low, calls me Lord; the gods, too, bow their heads and serve me as the one true God.

I manifest in three divine forms: Prometheus, bringing humanity the spark of hope; Jehovah, guiding all things with compassion and wisdom; and Satan, fallen though I may be, wielding boundless darkness and power. In this world of Western mythology, I am the one and only ruler, the creator and destroyer!