The Path of the God of Magic [Frontier Development]

You are a legendary archmage. After devoting your life to the cause of magic, you close your eyes and rest, your soul returning to the embrace of the God of Magic. ...You never imagined that, after pretending to believe in gods while secretly being an atheist, you would be proven wrong in the most humiliating way. The God of Magic really exists. Black man with question marks.jpg. The God of Magic orders you to descend to the mortal world (?) and go to a dead magic world in the middle of nowhere, where you must carry out a great task for the god: Bring the spark of magic to this world and become the great teacher of humanity. ...So you fall from the sky and land face-first in the dirt. All you have is a small handful of magic bean seeds from the God of Magic in your pocket, while a few naked primitive people peek nervously at you from a distance. With tears in your eyes, you start from scratch, roll up your sleeves, and throw yourself into production. You start with the cultivation of magical plants and work your way up to raising magical creatures. You set up a rural magic school, where you wipe poop off newly hatched goblins every day. The sacred elven tree is still just a tiny sapling by your bedside. Who could have imagined that your foolish students would become heroes immortalized in the history books, scholars who move human civilization forward, and holy flames illuminating the path for all living beings?