What to Do After Transmigrating into an Evil God

A vast, white space stretched out before him, and Noven gradually regained consciousness.

Am I... really experiencing the transmigration I read about in legends?

Noven still remembered the events of his past life with perfect clarity.

In an act of heroism, he had thrown himself in front of a truck to save a young boy. The price for his bravery was over half a month spent in the ICU. Although he had miraculously survived, he had completely lost the ability to move.

Severe brain damage, combined with a central nervous system infection caused by his physical trauma, had left Noven in a state akin to a vegetative patient, with only a flickering, intermittent consciousness barely keeping him alive.

Because his consciousness could not remain coherent, Noven had no idea how long he had lain in that hospital bed, until one moment, when he vaguely "heard" a voice coming from the void.

"Noven, are you ready to depart?"

What is this? Noven suddenly found his consciousness becoming clear. Although he still could not control his body, he could at least think again. Upon hearing the voice, he thought of the legendary River Styx. Could there really be a ferryman coming to guide me to reincarnation?

"Noven, are you ready to depart?"

The distant voice, coming from nowhere, echoed once more.

Depart? No, where am I supposed to go? This is so vague, can you at least give me a hint! Noven could not help but feel a sense of urgency.

"Remain and maintain the status quo, or, another world is calling out to you."

"Noven, are you ready to depart?"

The voice sounded for the third time. Somehow, Noven had a premonition that if he did not make a decision, he might never have another chance.

He deliberated for only a second before Noven made up his mind.

He had nothing left to hold onto in this world. Having grown up in an orphanage without parents, he lived a solitary life. Because his heroic act had left him facing a lifetime of paralysis as a vegetable, rather than lingering on in such a state, he would rather seize this opportunity provided by some unknown entity.

"If you can really give me a chance at a second life, then, of course, let's depart!"

Noven tried to observe his surroundings, and a segment of information suddenly flooded his mind.

The place he occupied was called the Divine Kingdom. As the name suggested, this space was where gods resided. Noven had truly arrived in a new world with rules completely different from the one he had lived in before.

Long before the birth of civilization, this world had been home to so-called "gods." The myths of creating the world or molding humans from clay were not ethereal legends, but had concrete records and evidence. The path of civilization's development was inextricably linked to the many gods who possessed great power.

Here, gods were not just a form of spiritual sustenance; more importantly, all living beings could offer sincere prayers and faith to a god for a chance to receive feedback, gain protection, or even transcend the mortal realm to enter the extraordinary.

Understanding the development model and laws of this world, Noven was pleasantly surprised.

Good grief, I thought I had the script for a heroic adventure and leveling up, but it turns out it's a setting where gods descend and pull strings from behind the scenes.

Isn't it just gathering believers, developing a sect, then step-by-step increasing divine power until I dominate the pantheon? I'm familiar with this!

A series of plans instantly formed in Noven's mind. Even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. In his past life, even the legendary gods and immortals could attract so many followers, let alone in this world where the rules of operation meant gods possessed real authority and power, capable of granting blessings directly to their believers.

Let me see, how many believers do I have now? What kind of authority do I hold?

Having been paralyzed for who knew how long, Noven now possessed a "second life," and as a god at that. His drive was off the charts, and he instantly stepped into his new role.

The previous information not only allowed Noven to understand the basic rules of this world but also gave him an instinctive grasp of the most fundamental powers of a god.

It was difficult for a god to leave the Divine Kingdom and reach the mortal world in their true form. They needed to use the living beings who offered them faith as a springboard, observing the world through their perspectives and even manifesting divine miracles.

Noven called this method the Eye of God. Undoubtedly, the more believers he had, the more sources of information he would command.

Noven calmed his mind and soon detected a prayer directed toward him.

A dark, damp underground cavern, flickering ghostly green candlelight, a bizarre and hideous altar, and piles of animal meat, bones, viscera, and blood mixed together. Several sneaky figures draped in black robes, their faces obscured, sat cross-legged beneath the altar, whispering incantations.

This was what Noven saw the moment he opened his Eye of God perspective.

"Hiss..."

Although he had no fixed form in his divine state, Noven had habitually molded himself a human appearance. Seeing this sinister scene, he couldn't help but gasp.

What is going on?! These things... they couldn't possibly be my believers, could they?

Noven was dumbfounded.

He had expected to be a righteous main god who spread justice and gave his believers a new life, but looking at the scene before him...

Oh my god, it seems I've transmigrated into an evil god!

The black-robed figures chanting under the Eye of God perspective seemed to sense the "gaze" Noven cast upon them. The leader became instantly excited, and a hoarse, low, strange voice echoed from beneath his wide hood:

"Excellent, truly excellent... brothers and sisters, the supreme, the ultimate, the immortal, the indescribable Father of Omniscience, the Lord of Enlightenment has acknowledged the sacrifice we offered... He is preparing to bestow upon us precious forbidden knowledge, and the true world is about to open its doors to us!"

"Great Lord! Please grant us the Hunger Power of Hada!"

The black-robed man's voice grew increasingly high-pitched. Combined with the synchronized chanting of the others and the fresh, unidentified animal carcasses bleeding on the altar, the scene became incredibly evil—it felt exactly like the ritual site of a horror cult.

Noven felt his vision go dark.

It was confirmed. While he had indeed transmigrated into a god, the problem was that these guys praying and offering faith to him were clearly not good people. If this were a novel or movie he had seen in his past life, he would at the very least be the kind of evil god who would be hunted down and destroyed by righteous heroes on their journey—the kind of villain who constantly committed evil, harmed the masses, and loved to hide in dark corners plotting plans to destroy the world.

Can someone tell me, what should I do now that I've transmigrated into an evil god???

Round and round, back to the embrace of the starting point, please witness it.