After you die, you transmigrate to another world and bind yourself to a God Simulator.
But there's a problem: the authority you draw is [Curse].
Isn't that just an evil god?
So how are you supposed to become the world's savior, the one everyone longs for?
Asking online. Pretty urgent.
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[As the one who commands [Curse], you are [corrupting] this world.]
[[Cursed spirits] have been born.]
[They affectionately call you [Mother].]
The creatures before you are bizarre beyond belief, enough to make your sanity plummet.
You: ...Take human form.
[Your follower is praying.]
[You "hear" [the whispers of love].]
[Will you accept your follower's invocation and descend into the world?]
The person before you wears fine clothes, but his handsome face is twisted with fervor.
You: ...Decline.
[Your follower has died unexpectedly.]
[Before his consciousness faded, he prayed devoutly in your name.]
He is in the prime of his youth. He stands straight as a pine, with white hair and pale eyes, peerless and apart from the world.
You: ...Reincarnate.
[The [demon god] born from the remnants of your divine power is wreaking havoc among humans.]
[He does not respect you.]
The demon god has cherry-blossom-pink hair. He has four eyes and four arms, and stands atop a mountain of bones, laughing aloud.
You: ...Subdue him.
Time passes, your followers spread across the island, and things gradually start to get strange.
[Your followers are praying.]
You: Let's hear it.
Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you!!
You: ...That's a little awkward. Better pretend I didn't hear that.
And yet...
At some point,
her followers began tirelessly devoting themselves to blaspheming against the gods.
[Your follower kissed your statue before bed.]
[Your follower yearns for your blessings.]
[Your follower wants to see you in person.]
[Your follower has evolved into a fanatical believer.]
[Your follower...]
You: Could you stop obsessing over seducing me? This is a twisted kind of love...
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Set in an alternate universe. You don't need to have read the original to enjoy this.
I am not iivv. Canon divergence and out-of-character elements are inevitable.
Saved on 2025-02-21.
The main story may be in third person. Feel free to ship or self-insert however you like.
Theme: Believe in the power of kindness and compassion.
