I Became a Savior After Binding Myself to a God’s Secret Identity

[Screenshots saved on May 24, 2022. Please give it a bookmark, dears!] [Blurb to be revised. I've had a few new ideas, but it's still a secret identity story, so don't worry.] Mo Tao transmigrated into a sweet, everyone-loves-her novel as the wicked female supporting character. She went from an aloof young lady of high standing to a vile, despicable fake heiress. Just as the male lead and his male supporting characters were forcing her to kneel and apologize to the heroine, Mo Tao fainted. A strange System found her and announced that the binding had succeeded. "The door to the supernatural has opened for you. The world before your eyes has changed beyond recognition." "You have obtained the cards of seven gods. They are about to be discarded, so please make full use of them." "Make everyone in this world believe that the gods have returned to this age." Could things get any worse than they already were? Without hesitation, Mo Tao reached for the cards. Goddess of Beauty A golden-haired girl in a pure white dress, holding a rose, descended into the human world. A holy mark was branded on her slender goat legs. She tenderly embraced a little girl haunted by ghosts. "Don't cry, my child." God of the Harvest Sitting on the back of a unicorn, a cheerful, fair-haired, dark-skinned young beauty smiled, revealing a pair of little tiger teeth. The tiger ears atop his head twitched as he effortlessly cleaved through a monster made of flowing mud. "Lovely young lady, are you willing to believe in me?" God of Death A man whose body was half transparent had a melancholy gaze. He held a black scythe and wore a black hood, enough to make any ghost tremble. "I am death. Keep your distance." This was a world that was no longer normal. Only those bold and mad enough could become the true protagonists. "Bring the gods back, and the dark side of the world will stand at your command." "Everyone will sing your praises, and love your virtues and your soul." Everyone, every nation, the whole world turned its gaze toward Mo Tao. Because she represented seven gods at once. They loved her passionately. She was their most beloved child. Mo Tao smiled. In truth, they were all me. Bonus scene The Creator, whose memory was absolutely terrible, woke from a nap, ready to take on the responsibility of hatching this crumbling world anew, only to discover that something was wrong. The world no longer needed him. The Creator: ? So he began to ponder another question. How did those discarded puppets I made gain consciousness of their own? Theme: A fake little victim, a real Demon King.