Wait, You Want Me to Confer a Title on You Too?

Strange flesh covers every corner of the earth. Unkillable ghosts cackle in the dark, and wandering spirits devour anyone they come across. Civilization collapses overnight, and humanity struggles to survive. Su Ying has spent sixteen years dealing with these evil things. Life has been grueling, but at least she's finally about to die. On the brink of death, with only one breath left, Su Ying hazily sees someone standing before her, with three eyes. The person bends down and looks at her earnestly. "Little girl, do I look like a god to you?" As everyone knows, when a creature asks to be recognized as divine, saying it doesn't look like a god denies its right to become an immortal, earning its resentment. Saying it does means using your own fortune and the blessings of three generations of descendants to sustain it. Either answer is a trap. Su Ying: This is hilarious. I'm already about to die, and I don't have three generations of descendants. I can answer however I want. Might as well go wild. And she has an idea. She uses the last of her strength to clear her throat and replies with utmost seriousness: "Sir, as long as you follow the rules of the gods, bring blessings to all, and protect the world, you are a god." It is just a casual remark, but the person freezes. Many years later, there is a new god in the world. Many people at the temple ask Su Ying how she brought that absurd, terrifying era to an end. Su Ying: I have no idea. That being asked if it looked like a god, so I said yes. How was I supposed to know? What legitimate god goes around asking people to recognize them? Theme: Sincerity is the ultimate weapon.