Lonely and Helpless, I Let Go of the Gods

Humanity has entered the era of interstellar land reclamation. Others started with a fertile planet and abundant resources, but I started with a desolate and helpless planet. I wanted to live a peaceful life on a remote planet, but I dug up an ancient ruin and accidentally released a god who had been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years. Since then, my land reclamation routine has completely gone astray: On the one hand, he has to deal with the unreliable god who also likes to have a bad temper. On the one hand, we have to hide from the alien civilization that has come upon the news and has its own hidden agenda. We must also be wary of pursuit by the Human Federation - after all, no one wants to be regarded as a key observation target for "privately raising gods". Lonely working class worker × arrogant ancient god × chaotic interstellar entertainment industry, I just wanted to open up wasteland in a stable way, so why did I become the most sought-after person in the universe?