When Fang Zheng once again arrived before that great door in the underground space beneath the Western Continent, he was utterly despairing.
Although Fang Zheng had indeed obtained a divine office, but...
God of Magical Girls!!
Why did it have to be the God of Magical Girls?!
Wouldn't it have been better if they just removed the word "girls"?
God of Magic—now that would have sounded way more impressive, okay?!
But it had to be Magical Girls!!
Come to think of it, there were so many worlds of magic. Why did you have to send me to a magical girl world?
System, you set me up!!
MMP! Did you hear that?! MMP!!
Though he roared inwardly in every possible way, what else could Fang Zheng do?
It wasn't like he could drag the system out and beat it up!
The only fortunate thing was that, despite being the God of Magical Girls, Fang Zheng was at least a god behind the scenes. He would not have statues built for him like the Goddess of Order, and as long as Magical Girls upheld their true hearts, they could provide him with the power of faith. There was no need for much interaction.
Otherwise, just imagine a group of girls in the prime of youth kneeling devoutly before his statue and shouting, "Please, God of Magical Girls, grant me power..."
Fang Zheng would have wanted to kill himself.
He had originally been thinking that, once he became a god, perhaps he should establish a sect or a Holy Temple or something, then build a few statues. After all, plenty of religions did that. In the Main World, even evil gods and Devils had their own statues. Why shouldn't he?
But now... no, no way. Not even if he were beaten to death!