The God-Choosing Game [Infinite]

(The story is more than halfway through, and the protagonist has begun to establish himself as a god. Come give it a try!)

I was born in the worst place on Blue Star: the Twenty-Seventh Continent.

My brother and I grew up here. Our residents rank dead last in happiness, while our crime rate is sky-high, so you could still call it a fine place with simple, honest folk.

But after my brother and I had spent 3,657 days chewing bread as hard as stone, he came home one day with a white loaf. As he watched me swallow it carefully, he asked,

"Little bro, do you want to eat more white bread?"

I thought my brother had gone crazy. Compared to me, my big brother, the one who'd depended on me and I'd depended on, seemed more like a ruthless man. But reality proved that it could always be more outrageous than I imagined:

My brother ran for the 106th God Selection Game, won, and became Blue Star's newest supreme executive.

Me: ...

All roads lead to Rome. Some people are born in Rome, while others get there thanks to their big brother.

That's how I ended up living in the Administrative Continent.

The Administrative Continent was wonderful: blue skies and white clouds, clear waters and blue skies, and more white bread than I could count. Everything was just as I'd dreamed.

Until five years later, when a group of people stormed into my home and told me, with arrogant confidence:

My brother was dead.

The man smiled like a victor and asked me gently:

"The 'gods' no longer favor you, "

"Garbage belongs where garbage belongs, doesn't it?"

*

I was thrown back to the Twenty-Seventh Continent like the garbage I was.

Without my brother, I drifted through life in a daze, rotting away in the most remote corner as I waited to die.

Then, one day, I remembered that white loaf.

The first piece of white bread my brother had shared with me.

Soft and fluffy. He'd even given me most of it, watching me eat with a tender smile.

It was the best thing I'd ever tasted.

I entered the 107th God Selection Game.

On the day I won, the new executive's scepter was placed in my hands.

I announced my first decree:

[The Twenty-Seventh Continent will become the new Administrative Continent.]

The entire world was in an uproar.

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Third-person narration.

Bking is here.

Big brother is still alive***

Theme: Brothers should love and respect one another. Start with me!