I Became a God by Farming Favor with Evil Gods

This was my very first practice novel, and I wrote it like crap. Seriously, don't read it.

Reborn into a Lovecraftian apocalypse, my golden finger lets me raise people's favorability.

Faced with indescribable evil gods, everyone else loses sanity while I romance them.

Eventually, I became a god by winning the evil gods' favor.

The Lord of the Deep unleashed an apocalyptic tsunami for me, and the God of Light flew into a jealous rage. They were fighting over me.

And as I climbed, step by step, to the divine throne, all I wanted to say was, “Would you two please stop fighting!”