[Western Fantasy] The God's Guide to Winning Themself Over

Evelyn was a poor, unlucky nobody who died suddenly after grinding away at a Western fantasy game for days on end.

She woke up in a temple and was surprised to discover that she had transmigrated into the game and become the supreme God of Light in this world.

So this impostor began her nerve-racking life as a deity. But gradually, she noticed that there were suddenly a lot of men around her desperately trying to get her attention.

Evelyn, completely baffled, finally realized that they were all "players" trying to win her over.

She also learned that she had to help one of them complete the story successfully in order to gain the true power of the God of Light.

So, from among all the handsome men, she casually pointed to the best-looking one. "You."

Evelyn descended from the temple, imagining the wickedly charming smile described in novels, and solemnly took the man's chin in her hand. "You may gaze upon a god."

Kindhearted Evelyn, trying to help him complete his story, forced herself to say, "Come to my chambers tonight. I'll give you private guidance."

A certain someone, still completely out of the loop: Have the gods really fallen this far?

The Creator God, Cyril, withdrew from the world for a million years. During that time, everyone thought the Creator God had perished. Who could have guessed that he had actually been sleeping in the abyss all along? The god had only just awakened and was about to return to his temple when the girl on the high seat began flirting with him.

The god thought the world seemed a little different from before.

What on earth do the gods nowadays spend their time thinking about?

The aloof, ascetic Creator God rejected Evelyn's advances every day, but she seemed to keep misunderstanding him, responding with an expression that said, "I get it."

Cyril was exasperated as he tried to educate the rather silly Evelyn.

"Evelyn, gods must conduct themselves with dignity."

"Evelyn, gods mustn't get intimate with mortals."

"Evelyn, gods mustn't fill their heads with dirty thoughts!"

Later, Evelyn regained her divine powers and could finally stop clinging to Cyril.

Unexpectedly, he was the one who fell, wanting nothing but to cuddle up with her.

The aloof, ascetic Creator God was pulled down from his altar and became a god who belonged to her alone.

Cyril reverently kissed the space between her brows.

"Tonight, this god only wants to kiss you."

Silly, self-deluded fake God of Light x powerful, gentle, secretly dark true Creator God

The male lead is the strongest fighter in the whole story, the pinnacle of beauty, and a total lady-killer. No arguments accepted.

Theme: Keep your heart turned toward the light, and darkness will never come.