The uncanny descends, the gods awaken, and everyone is fighting to become a pact-bearer. My girlfriend dumped me to climb the social ladder, then made a pact with a useless god, leaving me at the bottom of the school rankings. Just when I was desperate, I made a pact with the source of mythology, the supreme Mother Goddess, Nuwa! I gained the [Divine Authority of Creation], letting me mold anything into existence! Need some muscle? I'll mold a squad of heavenly soldiers and generals! Need cash? I'll mold a golden Pixiu! Need a powerful patron? I'll mold a... Wait, Lady Nuwa, can I mold a copy of you to hold down the fort? Is that something you can do?!
