As Long as I'm Heretical Enough, I'll Be a God

"Lucian is too heretical." This sentence has evolved into the consensus of the entire continent. Since his advent, the entire continent has fallen into a strange atmosphere. The cattle in the crop fields have become unemployed, replaced by grotesque demons. The three hell heads that had been summoned so hard were all covering their crotches, as if they had lost something important. Working overtime until late at night every day, but the staple food for dinner is cockroaches? "Great God! Please redeem us and punish this heretic." The glorious Holy See and the evil esoteric cultists all began to pray in unison, kneeling in front of their own statues, trying to get some instructions. Amidst the shouts of the crowd, a piece of golden paper representing the oracle fell down, and I saw what was written on it. "I understand, tonight you plow the fields for the cows!"