Green Pepper Bat Donburi

This is the tale of an earthling, who transmigrated as a dying third-rate god but somehow rose through the ranks, gaining followers and eventually causing the Fourth Great Apocalypse.
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"Have you ever heard of the God of Games?"
"The God of Games..?" Eleena shook her head in puzzlement. "I have never heard of Him…"
"What if the God of Games could give you the power to defeat your enemies?" Xi Wei coaxed patiently.
Eleena remained silent for a while, before resolutely lifting her head and fixing her gaze on Xi Wei. "Then I am willing to become a believer of the God of Games!"
"Belief isn't something to only be spoken by mouth. Close your eyes and envision His name in your mind, and feel His power with your heart," he said solemnly.
"O Master of Games, grant us new life!"

I Am the God of Games

After living a while at the Frogmen Village, Ironfelt found the behavior of the people around him quite incomprehensible.

Firstly, they carry out trading with something known as 'game currency'… weren't human commonly using the bronze coins, silver Rions and golden Abbys as distributed by the financial cabinet of the Church of Gaglomeia, Goddess of Prosperity?

To have a comfortable life on the surface, Ironfelt had actually sold off his favorite awl in exchange for a sizable amount of Rions from the Craftsmen Guild…

But money didn't really matter. It was not as if he was planning to start some ironworks on the surface—he was fine as long as he had enough money.

Still, the behavior of the believers simply left him bemused.

They were obsessed with slaughtering the fishfolk who were attacking the beaches, even arguing over the numbers each respective person killed.

It’s Not My Fault; It’s The Item’s Fault!