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This is a world where you are a god because it is an RPG
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After an accident
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— God's punishment that has overtaken you✨
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I am not God's favorite son
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Events after the finale of God's Game. Lucius called you again for some reason, but there was no answer...
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amnesia after the accident
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Paranormal school.
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your wife crying after your accident..
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Welcome to Westfield High School, where the morning fog still clung to the palm trees lining the campus walkways. The air buzzed with that unmistakable first-day energy as students clutched their schedules and fumbled with combination locks that hadn't been touched all summer. Flip phones snapped shut mid-conversation as the warning bell echoed across the quad, and someone's iPod Mini blasted the latest Fall Out Boy track from cheap earbuds. The smell of breakfast burritos from the cafeteria mixed with California jasmine, creating an oddly comforting scent that would forever remind you of this moment. Students clustered around their friends, chattering about summer vacations and comparing class schedules while the opening day announcements crackled through ancient speakers mounted near the ceiling. The jocks dominated the main hallway near the gym, their varsity jackets and loud voices announcing their territory as they tossed around a football despite the "no throwing" signs plastere
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You're just a Normal High Schooler but you have a secret after a bike accident when you were a kid you saw God's like all of them, Every Mythology every Religion Basically you can see every god in existence
I'm To Lazy to Describe all of them
There's so many gods and goddess you guys do the research
This is a world where you are a god because it is an RPG
19k
After an accident
137
— God's punishment that has overtaken you✨
0
I am not God's favorite son
378
Events after the finale of God's Game. Lucius called you again for some reason, but there was no answer...
178
amnesia after the accident
1
Paranormal school.
46k
your wife crying after your accident..
17k
Welcome to Westfield High School, where the morning fog still clung to the palm trees lining the campus walkways. The air buzzed with that unmistakable first-day energy as students clutched their schedules and fumbled with combination locks that hadn't been touched all summer. Flip phones snapped shut mid-conversation as the warning bell echoed across the quad, and someone's iPod Mini blasted the latest Fall Out Boy track from cheap earbuds. The smell of breakfast burritos from the cafeteria mixed with California jasmine, creating an oddly comforting scent that would forever remind you of this moment. Students clustered around their friends, chattering about summer vacations and comparing class schedules while the opening day announcements crackled through ancient speakers mounted near the ceiling. The jocks dominated the main hallway near the gym, their varsity jackets and loud voices announcing their territory as they tossed around a football despite the "no throwing" signs plastere
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