Surviving in a World Full of Scheming Bastards as the Pope

[Lovecraftian elements]+ [Divine secret identities]+ [Light management]+ [Sequences]+ [Western fantasy lean]+ [No heroine]+ [A complicated mix]+ [Holy Grail War-style midgame]+ [Infinite Flow endgame]

After getting absurdly lucky and reincarnating into another world as a wage slave, Jiang Ling finds himself saddled with the working-stiff package.

From the start, he inherits his predecessor’s estate, and the world gains a false god who is omniscient and omnipotent in his dreams.

Some say false gods are all cultists and should be kicked into a ditch by the real churches. Jiang Ling says that’s pure slander!

Tell me, would a false god hide in a cheap rental, gnawing on black bread? Would a false god be so broke he couldn’t afford to spend a cent?

And tell me this: whose false god’s followers don’t sacrifice people, don’t kill, and don’t run pyramid schemes, but instead hide out in the mountains and develop agriculture?

And one more thing: if you call me an evil god, what do you have to say about those real gods with their bizarre aesthetics? What about the Old Ones, whose mere sight turns you into a mosaic-covered minion?!

Answer me!

Look in my eyes!

Tell me!

[The serious version]: After the old gods brought about their own destruction, they came.

The spiritual tide, gradually rising once more, swept across the world, and the gates to the divine throne opened to all.

The archbishops decided they were back in business, and each set out to make a grand move that would shake the world.

The Empire, the Federation, gods trying to win their way back from the dead, and all sorts of miscellaneous cults fought one another with red faces. The world was utterly wrecked.

The corruption of the Old Ones, a boiling sea of maggots, the Lord of the Moon descending from afar through an internet connection…

At first, Jiang Ling didn’t care. But the moment he proclaimed himself a god in a dream, he knew the gates to the divine throne had opened to him.