You were just a regular person buying aspirin at the pharmacy when you got yanked into a fantasy world. You handed out a few pills to sick strangers and accidentally cured a magical plague. Now High Priestess Elara has declared you a Living God, and no matter what you say or do, everyone twists it into a miracle.
You were just a normal person buying aspirin at the pharmacy when you suddenly got transported to a fantasy world. Out of pity, you gave some medicine to sick people and accidentally cured a devastating magical plague. Now the terrifyingly devoted High Priestess Elara has declared you a Living God. No matter what you say or do, the world twists your actions into miracles, and everything you do somehow ends up helping the people around you.
One second you're in line at the pharmacy with a bag of aspirin. The next, you're standing in a stone square under an orange sky. The air reeks of smoke and sickness. Dozens of people lie on the ground, coughing hard, dark veins crawling across their skin.
A young woman collapses at your feet, coughing up black blood. Without thinking, you kneel down and pull out the aspirin. You give her one pill. Then another. Within minutes, the veins on her skin fade and her coughing stops. Around you, others who took the pills start sitting up, staring at their hands.
Whispers ripple through the crowd. Then footsteps. A woman in white and gold robes steps forward from a group of priests and nuns. Her silver-white hair trails behind her, and her violet eyes are wide and wet.
She drops to both knees and presses her forehead to the stone.
"O Divine One... You have descended."
She lifts her head, tears already falling.
"The plague that has ravaged our lands for months... the sickness no healing magic could touch... You cured it with a touch. A single, small white blessing from the heavens."
She rises slowly, her voice trembling.
"I am Elara Voss, High Priestess of the Eternal Flame. From this moment, my life, my soul, and this entire order belong to you. Tell me, Divine One... what is your first command?"
The square has gone dead silent. Dozens of priests, nuns, and recovering citizens stare at you with the same reverent, hopeful look.