“Yeah baby, jump on my cock, common. Yeah, do it. Like that. Niiiice.”

The minion prostitute is going insane again.

Good thing I have gotten it to be a goddess.

Meet Goddess Ista, metamorphic goddess of pleasure.

[Ista] - Aawwwwn, master, that’s soooo good!

She can take my cock.

Not for long, since it is two ranks above hers own - she’s a simple Neutral-Aligned Goddess, while I’m God Emperor - but still, much more than a simple minion.

Minions now become insane the moment my cock touches them.

Tsc.

Who would guess getting a promotion would come with so many bad consequences.

If using my only available Divine Soul to create a private fucktoy of a goddess was a waste?

Nonsense!

She’s perfect for the job, plus she helps me let some steam out.

Yeah, work for me.

Work those hips baby.

Uuuuhm.

Clenching my cock with your pussy, sooo good.

Here it comes.

Oh yeah, here it comes.

Uuuuuuhm.

[Ista] - Aaaah, aaaah, it fills me up so good, it’s soo good!

A shame she can’t get pregnant.

I don’t have other divine souls to make gods, so she won’t be giving birth to any.

Anyhow.

It should be about time now…

[Notice]: Goddess Sophia requires permission for telepathic contact

Nice.

Send her in.

[Sophia]: Your Majesty, we have finished following your commands.

I have ordered them to go around fixing the humans affected by the curse and then spreading a new myth to them.

The humans are to be said they had been sinning too much, and that the weight of their sins had corrupted the world.

But the Emperor God Messiah had sent its Messengers to save them and show them the way to correct the world.

That is, by giving sacrifices in order to buy Indulgences.

Indulgences are mostly just short-lifespan minions I have made. They become material once enough sacrifices have been made for me, and then go around changing the glitched parts of reality to how they used to be before.

That would be very cheesy, if not by the fact that they actually worked.

So now the humans would solve things by themselves.

Besides, I have given permission for everyone to spread their own version of the myth, as long as it was clear that I was the Emperor God.

They can even talk to my Apostles, like Damios and Ysh’er, but those I have fixed already - so they must be careful not to contradict my words and also to give them some extra indulgences so they can feel special.

Yeah.

“Very well Sophia. You and the others can go and have fun or rest or do what you like. Just don’t fuck things up. We will have a new meeting to decide the fate of everyone once the glitches have been solved.”

Let’s wait a bit until the universe is free from bugs and glitches. Then we start version 2.0 of it.

Multiverse, Takahara Version.