I listened to her inquiry, then formally raised my head. Suppressing the fear that stirred within me, I stated earnestly, “I want you to become my agent.”
She tilted her head in confusion, a smile playing on her lips as she asked, “An agent? In what capacity? And what exactly do you need me to represent?”
Her words carried a certain assertiveness, likely a natural part of her personality.
A sudden wave of nervousness washed over me, and I stammered, “Well, um, actually, actually…”
She looked even more puzzled. “Actually what?”
I gritted my teeth. “Actually, I am a deity.”
Rather than the surprise I anticipated, she calmly took a sip of her coffee, pausing for a moment. Then, she regarded me with a look of pity. “Little sister, we’ve known each other online for so long, and I never realized you had chuunibyou.”
Her words choked me. In that instant, I suddenly understood how a certain unscrupulous agent must have felt.
“I truly am a deity. If you don’t believe me, watch. I’ll dispel the divine art, ‘Chaos,’ and reveal my true form.”
A hint of surprise flickered in her eyes. “A decent trick, but what does this have to do with you being a deity?” She dismissed it as nothing more than a simple illusion, akin to a face-changing act.
A tightness formed in my chest. She still didn’t believe me? Then, I would have to take a drastic step. I began to unbutton my shirt in front of her.
Her eyes widened in alarm. ‘This isn’t just chuunibyou anymore, is it? This is madness! Stripping at the drop of a hat?’
I was removing my shirt because I intended to unfurl my wings. What if they tore through my clothes otherwise?
Naturally, she had no idea of my intentions. Just as she was about to rush forward and stop me from undressing, a pair of pristine white wings burst forth from my back. Simultaneously, I activated the divine art, ‘Holy Light.’
The special effects were nothing short of spectacular, with the brilliant Holy Light illuminating my snowy white wings.
Witnessing this, she halted in her tracks, slowly sinking back into her seat. In a voice laced with disbelief, she conceded, “I have always been an atheist, but I cannot explain what just happened. For now, I will reserve judgment on your claims, but first, tell me what you want from me.”
Seeing that she was largely convinced, I retracted my wings and pulled my shirt back on. “Actually, I hope you can help me stabilize my follower count. If possible, an increase would be even better.”
She looked at me with a hint of surprise, a smile gracing her face. “I would naturally do that even without you asking; we’ve been friends for four years, after all. However, there’s one thing I’m incredibly curious about: what does a deity need followers for?”
It was clear she was a formidable individual, quickly recovering from the shock of my revelation and calmly posing her question.
My expression remained unchanged as I replied, “First, regarding your question, I likely won’t be livestreaming anymore. Instead, I’ll send you videos regularly. As for the second point, I simply have to complain about this bizarre evaluation standard for ‘faith power.'” I picked up my coffee, taking small sips because it was still quite hot. This macchiato, however, was truly perfect for a common person like me, who usually drank only instant coffee.
“This ‘faith power’ is determined by the number of people who have clearly joined a religion that worships you, through any means whatsoever.”
Noticing her slight confusion, and realizing my explanation was indeed convoluted, I paused to consider before elaborating.
“It’s like your forum. As long as people, in any form, even superficially, believe in a certain deity, it counts as ‘faith power.’ The prerequisite, however, is that it must be organized as a religion, even if only in name. So, for the other branches, please use names like the ‘Moe God Holy Church’ or ‘Moe God Sect.’ Also, you absolutely cannot tell them that I, the ‘Moe God,’ am a true deity.”
She understood, her eyes glinting mischievously, a smile playing on her lips. “So, what’s in it for me? Don’t talk about money; I don’t care for that. From what you’ve said, this sounds like a demanding and crucial job. What kind of benefits do you intend to offer me?”
She emphasized the word “benefits” heavily, her smile turning subtly wicked.
I felt utterly flustered, like a little white rabbit caught in the gaze of a big bad wolf, a chill running down my spine. ‘Is this really that innocent, cute, and pure Cute Little Fanboy? The online persona is vastly different from reality! I want a refund!’
Originally, I had planned to offer her all the money in my account, and all future income. But her assertive demeanor had stopped me cold, leaving me at a loss for what to do next.
Thoughts raced through my mind, yet in this world, she was likely the only one I could truly entrust with this task. I bit my lip, gazing at her nervously. “Then, what do you want?”