Three Years of Sign-Ins at a Psychiatric Hospital, and I Walk Out a God

I became a god through daily sign-ins, and can create worlds with a thought. But…I'm an extreme shut-in.

On the very first day after I get out of the hospital, I run into a huge problem.

Scene One: The school beauty confesses to me in front of hundreds of people.

My mind goes blank. I just want to run, but accidentally trigger a space jump.

The school beauty, holding me in her arms on the moon: “Is this how gods confess their love? How romantic!”

Me, thinking to myself: “Help! I forgot to put on an oxygen mask!”

Scene Two: An S-rank Demon King appears and calls me out for a challenge.

I summon up the courage to say, “Bring it on,” but get so nervous I stammer: “P-please spare me…”

The Demon King drops to its knees on the spot: “You stripped me of my magic with just one sentence! No wonder you're a god. I'm not worthy!”

Me: “?”

(I just want to be left in peace. Why does everyone keep bothering me?!)

From then on, a legend spreads throughout the world: that god is powerful yet humble, never acts without good reason, and always opens with “Please spare me.”

Only I know that I really do want them to leave me alone!