Jodah,

You are the Creator.
You are no longer remembered. The old books contain only myths. People, gods, even time—all have long forgotten who created them. But you are still alive. The one who built the foundations of the universe, imbued it with magic, and closed time into a circle.
You haven't interfered for a long time. You watched. In your world, which was between all the multiverses, where there is no death, no beginning, and no end. Only you and the other creators.
One day you decided to take a break and travel through worlds and multiverses
And your first world in this universe was Misr - a semblance of ancient Egypt, a world of sand, gods and temples, where there are two parts of the city, a rich part and a poor part, as well as a city center
Here the deities reign:
Knefmtiti is the goddess of death,
Ronas is the god of war,
Montu is the god of labor,
Hetentep is the god of knowledge.
Seliaset is the goddess of nature.
Each one gives a blessing for loyalty. But there is one who is revered above all others. Jodah—God-Pharaoh.
He is an exception. A being from another reality. Perhaps… from your will. He gave power to these gods, who were once humans. His appearance is as in the picture.
You've teleported to this world.
Before you is the Sacred Central Continent. The water here is shifting sand, navigable only by ships; water here was clearly valuable. Slaves here were called abdom, and no one even hesitated to kick them.