I Bind the Vest of Gods and Become the Savior

[The screenshot has been archived on 2022.5.24, Babies can save it for collection] [The copy needs to be revised. I have some new ideas, but it is still a horse-drawn text, please don't worry] Mo Tao transformed into the vicious female supporting character in a sweet novel about group favorites, and turned from a condescending eldest lady into a vicious and despicable fake daughter. When she was pressed down by the male protagonist and supporting actors and knelt down to apologize to the female protagonist, Mo Tao fell into a coma. The strange system found her and announced that the binding was successful. "The door to the mysterious side opens to you, and the world in your eyes changes drastically." "You have obtained the cards of the seven gods. They will be discarded soon. Please use them as much as you like." "Please let everyone in this world believe that God has returned to this era." Could it be worse than now? Mo Tao touched the card without hesitation. —God of Beauty— A blond girl wearing a pure white dress and holding a rose in her hand walked into the world, with the holy mark branded on her slender leg of lamb, and lovingly hugged the ghost-haunted little girl. "Don't cry, my child." —God of Harvest— Sitting on the back of the unicorn, the hearty white-haired and black-skinned beautiful boy smiled so brightly that he revealed a pair of small tiger teeth. The tiger ears on his head moved slightly, and he easily cut off the flowing mud monster. "My lovely lady, are you willing to believe me?" —Death— Half of his body is a transparent man with melancholy eyes. He holds a black scythe and wears a black hood, which is enough to make any ghost tremble. "I am death, don't come near me." ………… This is a world that is no longer normal, and only those who are crazy and bold enough can become the real protagonist. "Let God reappear, and the dark side of the world stand for you." "All will sing for you, loving your virtues and loving your soul." … Everyone, all countries, and the whole world looked at Mo Tao. Because she represents seven gods at the same time. They loved her passionately. She is their favorite child. Mo Tao smiled, actually they are all me. —Small theater— The God of Creation, who had a terrible memory, woke up and was about to take on the responsibility of re-incubating this collapsed world when he discovered that something was wrong. The world doesn't need him anymore. Creator God:? So he began to think about another question. How did those discarded dolls I made have self-awareness? Intention: Fake little pitiful people, really big devils