They All Think I'm a God

An Zhiqian had a little problem.

He had transmigrated to another world and was barely keeping a handmade doll shop afloat by pinching pennies.

But it seemed the people here were all seriously unwell.

A street magician performed a self-explosion outside his shop.

The others were overcome with gratitude: "Thank you, Boss An, for slaying an S-rank aberration!"

An Zhiqian, gripping his broom: ...Do street performers have hired extras to warm up the crowd now?

He picked up an octopus from the river and grilled it to eat.

The Abnormal Affairs Bureau came to his door in tears: "You've saved another city!"

An Zhiqian, eating grilled skewers: ...Is your team-building event still going on?

Even the dog he picked up was respectfully addressed as "Captain."

An Zhiqian rubbed the dog's head. "What team? The Paw Patrol?"

Diagnosis confirmed: This world's chuunibyou are beyond saving!

Until one late night.

A familiar dog's tail swept across his waist, and a low, hoarse voice sounded by his ear:

"Master,"

"Dogs don't do this sort of thing."

"But I do."

#I seriously try to save money, they seriously let their imaginations run wild, and in the end even the dog changed!#

P.S. Gentle, slow-witted, stingy shopkeeper bottom x seemingly cold and aloof, inwardly imaginative, devoted-dog war god top

Theme: Believe in miracles