Lord God of Ten Thousand Worlds: Starting by Hiring Reincarnators

My name is Lin Que. One moment, I was working overtime at my desk until I dropped dead; the next, I received a Divine Office Contract. I had become the 3,942nd Lord of the Main God Space in the Ruins Realm. My predecessor had run the place into the ground, his divine core collapsing and leaving me buried under divine-power debt: negative inventory, escaped reincarnators, and instance worlds on the verge of collapse. System alert: If you can't bring your divine power back into the black within seven days, you and your very existence will be erased. Other gods plundered emotions to harvest power. I built an experience economy and got believers to make offerings of their own accord. Other gods fought over reincarnators; I gave mine full benefits, seasonal updates, and anniversary celebrations. While the old gods were still beating each other bloody over a pasture, my reincarnators had already stormed the divine realm and knocked on my door. "Boss, can you turn down the difficulty on this instance?" Only later did I learn that what I'd taken over wasn't some rundown company. It was an entire fishing ground cast by a higher-dimensional civilization. And I planned to turn it into an aquaculture farm, then turn around and catch the fishermen.