Wait, I Was Only Pretending to Be a Goddess. Why Did My Prayers Really Come True?

[Wartime Setting + Pretending to Be a Goddess + Belief Makes It Real + Everyone’s Favorite + Multiple Men Pursue One Woman + Satisfying Read + No Goody-Two-Shoes]

After transmigrating, Jiang Nianqing becomes an orphan in a chaotic age, about to be sold into a military brothel.

From the start, she is barely clothed and bound hand and foot as she is hauled onto a prisoner’s cart. Things couldn’t get worse!

Ding!

[Sincere Faith System activated: Each person whose heartfelt faith the Host earns can be exchanged for a corresponding amount of immortal power. The more followers, the greater the divine power, with no upper limit.]

While others wail to the heavens, she pretends to be a goddess. While others kneel and beg for mercy, she grants them rice porridge.

With a wave of her hand, bowls of white porridge appear from thin air. The refugees fall to their knees, calling her a living immortal.

Famine strikes? The goddess touches the ground, and golden rice shoots spring up in barren fields!

A plague breaks out? Light shines from the goddess’s fingertips, and the dying open their eyes and leap back to life!

A devastating drought? The goddess dances on a high platform in feathered robes, and rain pours down from the sky!

A deposed crown prince’s orphan, with a face of peerless beauty, kneels before her on one knee, his expression icy. “Goddess, all under heaven are suffering. Please, come out of seclusion.”

A dashing poison doctor from the martial world smiles rakishly and won’t let go of her wrist. “Goddess Sister, something’s not quite right with your pulse. Let me take a closer look.”

The son of a northern border prince pins her against the wall, his voice low and husky. “I don’t want the goddess. I want you.”

Jiang Nianqing smiles faintly and brushes everyone’s hands away.

“Get in line, all of you. One at a time.”

The System watches as its Host wins over every man and maxes out the faith of the people across the land, and trembles.

“This… can’t be right, can it?”

Jiang Nianqing raises an eyebrow. “Those who believe in me will live forever. Don’t believe me? Then kneel until you do.”