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Synopsis:
For Leo, it was supposed to be just another day on Earth. Instead, he found himself ripped from his reality and thrown into the world of Thera. His new life began with a terrifying revelation: he had become Aureon, a god of the sun, whose very name was a curse upon the land.
In Thera, to worship the sun is heresy, and to be the Sun God is a death sentence. Hunted, hated, and powerless, Leo's divine inheritance is nothing but a burden.
But his connection to Earth was not severed. He discovers he can cross the veil between worlds, returning to the home that no longer fully knows him, and escaping the world that wants to kill him. This unique gift becomes his greatest weapon.
In the quiet moments on Earth, he delves into the myths that shaped his own world. In the brutal lands of Thera, he unleashes them. A new god is born from the ashes of the old—one armed with the might of Zeus, the wisdom of Odin, and the fury of forgotten legends. The myths of our world are about to become Thera's new reality.

A Sun of Two Worlds

With his new status came new clarity. The Sun was a powerful, magnificent domain, but it was also a declaration of war. Wielding it openly on Thera would invite immediate, overwhelming conflict. Amon-Et was just one god; the entire pantheon might see a new King of the Gods as a threat to the established order. He needed a different approach, a public face that was less… confrontational.

It was perfect. It was a domain of creation and nurturing, not destruction. It was universally beneficial to mortals, which would win him the passive goodwill of other deities who fed on mortal worship. And most importantly, it was currently unclaimed. The Goddess of the Forest held the domain of 'Farmers', but 'Agriculture' as a concept—the science of cultivation, the systematic improvement of yields, the very idea of civilization's foundation—was a vacant throne.

This would be his path. He would be Sandrew, the quiet, benevolent God of Agriculture, a newcomer to the pantheon who sought only to enrich the world. His identity as the terrifying, all-powerful God of the Sun would remain his trump card, a hidden weapon to be revealed only when necessary.

His strategy set, he turned his attention to the groundwork he had laid. He summoned the ancient black dragon, Bamas, to his celestial library. The dragon appeared in a flash of light, still in his shrunken, dog-sized form, and immediately prostrated himself, his draconic senses screaming at him that he was in the presence of a true, primal power. The being he had signed a contract with was no mere mage. This was a capital-G God. His plans of treachery and theft evaporated, replaced by a desperate desire to please.

"My Lord!" Bamas squeaked, his voice several octaves higher than usual. "Your humble servant awaits your command!"

"Report," Leo said, his voice calm and resonant.

"The seeds, my Lord! They have been planted!" Bamas reported frantically. "The baron you wove into fate—Baron Fane, by a strange coincidence—he traded his family jewels for them! He has taken them to his estate and, as you predicted, has hired a mage to accelerate their growth! The first crops are about to sprout!" He also mentioned the druid and the elven lady, who had taken some seeds to a place called Roark City.

"Excellent," Leo said. The wheels of fate were turning smoothly. He dismissed the groveling dragon.

Now, for the final piece. Fertilizer. The method had been planted in the dreams of desperate farmers. Now, he would provide the key ingredient. He focused his divine will, drawing on his Devour domain. In a remote, desolate corner of the Thera continent, a new mountain range rose from the earth. It was not made of common stone, but of a strange, chalky white rock, rich in the phosphates and nitrates necessary for his new, miraculous fertilizer.

He had created the supply. He had created the demand. He had created the method. The domain was ripe for the harvest. The world of Thera would soon know the generosity of its new Gardener God, never suspecting the cosmic fire that burned behind his gentle, benevolent mask. The game was afoot.

Chapter 40: The Gardener God