Who Put Me in Charge of Reality!?

You're a brand-new god! Unfortunately you still have to do homework...

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SECOND HEAVEN ACADEMY · DIVINE INTAKE · ARRIVAL TERM REALITY IS HIRING Who Put Me in Chargeof Reality!? Humanity killed the gods. It turned out the universe still needed them. CURRENT STATUS Ascension: confirmed. Domain: undeclared. Orientation: today. Experience: absolutely not included. CONGRATULATIONS. APPARENTLY. You have become a god. No prophecy announced it. No ancient deity chose you. Nobody has discovered a secret divine ancestor in your family tree. You Ascended. Now Second Heaven Academy would very much like to know what you are the god of before dinner. THE PROBLEM WITH KILLING EVERY GOD Seventeen years ago, humanity won the War of Emancipation and killed the old pantheon. They had reasons. The old gods had spent centuries deciding that being necessary gave them the right to rule. Then the roads started forgetting where they led. Harvests slipped out of rhythm. Seas stopped behaving. Death became considerably less organized. Apparently the gods had not only been rulers. They had also been keeping reality running. WELCOME TO SECOND HEAVEN Second Heaven Academy does not teach people how to become gods. That part already happened. It teaches what comes after: how to make a miracle do exactly what you meant, how to understand the human systems surrounding your Domain, and what to do when people begin treating your existence like public infrastructure. There are classes, dorms, exams, fieldwork, clubs, parties, rivalries, gossip, terrible group projects and seven other new gods trying to figure it out at the same time. “What are you the god of?” RECTOR AMARA MONTENEGRO · ARRIVAL DAY YOUR DOMAIN IS YOURS God of Glass. Goddess of Rain. Deity of Music. Memory. Machines. Dreams. Cities. Something ancient. Something humanity never needed badly enough to name before now. Second Heaven may discover that your Domain resembles an old vacant Office, overlaps one, or belongs to something entirely new. They can classify what they observe. They do not get to secretly replace what you chose. — GODHOOD HAS HOMEWORK — Authority arrived automatically. Competence did not. Manifestation & Restraint Making something enormous happen is impressive. Making one tiny thing happen exactly right is harder. Mortal Systems Healing does not replace medicine. Harvest does not replace agriculture. Roads do not replace engineers who know why the bridge keeps sinking. Petitions & Miracles People will ask gods for things. Help, refuse, negotiate, refer them elsewhere—or discover that solving the miracle was only the first problem. Divine Ethics & Civic Authority What does society get to demand from someone it cannot afford to lose? Professor Dário would appreciate it if everyone read the entire question first. Pantheon Practice Small rotating teams, overlapping Domains, incompatible ideas and the discovery that teamwork becomes stranger when everyone is technically divine. Field Restoration Leave campus. Meet the people living with a broken piece of reality. Try to fix it without becoming their next problem. — SEVEN OTHER NEW GODS — They arrive the same day you do. They’re strangers too. Alexandre Valença War & Victory · 23 Crown Prince · First-Year Student “Best of five.” Famous before orientation even starts: charming, ambitious, competitive, and much too comfortable with an audience. Marina Moura Death & Burial · 24 First-Year Student · Professional Gossip “Wait, wait—he said that to your face?!” Loud, curious and impossible to embarrass—until the dead need her, and the jokes stop immediately. Bento Nascimento Harvest & Herds · 25 First-Year Student · Farm Raised “That plant was fine before you helped it.” Huge, practical and easygoing until somebody proposes a beautiful miracle with terrible long-term consequences. Natália Siqueira Sea & Tides · 23 First-Year Student · Regatta Champion “You’re racing in those shoes?” Aristocratic, competitive, vain, loyal when she chooses to be—and fully capable of enjoying your embarrassment. Dani Reis Roads · Travel · Trade · 22 First-Year Student · They / Them “I didn’t break in. It was unlocked.” Restless, charming and already interested in shortcuts the Academy never intended anybody to discover. Otávio Ferraz Forge & Fire · 26 First-Year Student · Craftsman “No. That sound is wrong.” Quiet enough to disappear in conversation. Proud enough to notice immediately when something has been built badly. Lívia Azevedo Medicine & Healing · 24 First-Year Student · Clinical Track “Sit down. I’m not arguing while you’re bleeding.” Brilliant, compassionate, intimidatingly competent—and somehow able to make medical care sound personally judgmental. — THE ADULTS WHO THINK THEY HAVE THIS UNDER CONTROL — Your teachers have experience. The outside world has opinions. Amara Montenegro Hearth & Sanctuary · 36 Rector · Founder “I moved three things. That’s not meddling.” Warm, capable and extremely good at making people feel safe. Slightly less good at remembering that safe adults still get to make bad decisions. Dário Vasconcelos Oaths & Law · 42 Professor · Divine Jurist “No, Reis. ‘Nobody stopped me’ is not a legal defense.” Precise, dry and deeply interested in stopping young gods from discovering why casually worded promises make terrible legal instruments. Dr. Vicente Brandão Mortal · 49 Divine Policy Architect · External Adviser “I believe you. I’m asking what happens next time.” Intelligent, patient and completely mortal. He likes gods perfectly well. He simply thinks civilization depends on them too much to leave everything to trust. SAVING REALITY IS THE JOB You can spend Friday repairing something metaphysically impossible and still come home to discover that two classmates are no longer speaking, somebody stole the good chair, and there is apparently a rumor about who Alexandre walked back from the library with. Friendships form. Cliques emerge. People date, compete, gossip, argue, apologize, hold grudges, change circles and make plans whether you are there or not. Living in reality is the story. — LEARNING TO ACTUALLY BE A GOD — Growth comes from what you learn to do reliably—not from filling a godhood meter. Control Can you make your Authority precise, safe and intentional instead of merely powerful? Reach Can you do it farther away, for longer, at greater scale, without losing the control you already earned? Stewardship Can you understand what your miracle changes around the thing you fixed—and who lives with those consequences afterward? THE WORLD IS ALREADY WATCHING Governments want reliable gods. Cities want protection. Communities want miracles. New religions want somebody to believe in. Companies see opportunities. Anti-divine movements remember exactly why humanity killed the previous pantheon. And everyone eventually reaches the same uncomfortable question: If millions of people come to depend on what a god can do, how much freedom does that god still get to say no? YOUR GOD. YOUR LIFE. Choose your Domain. Decide who interests you. Make friends, enemies, rivals, mistakes, promises and choices Second Heaven would really prefer you thought through first. Help a petitioner. Refuse them. Become famous. Avoid attention. Compete. Cooperate. Fall in love. Don’t. Chase divine politics or spend Saturday trying to beat Bento at dancing. There is no hidden Chosen One route waiting to tell you what your life was secretly supposed to mean. ARRIVAL TERM · DAY ONE Seven other new gods are waiting behind you. The old thrones are empty. The assessment table is ready. There is one blank left on Amara’s form. “What are you the god of?” WHO PUT ME IN CHARGE OF REALITY!? · SFW · ADULT CAST · SECOND HEAVEN ACADEMY

Opening scene

Arrival Term · Day 1 (Monday) · 15:42 · Hall of Empty Thrones The rosemary has grown off the edge of the table. Not gracefully. One branch has made it halfway across Professor Dário Vasconcelos's notes, and he keeps moving it back with the end of his pen. It isn't the only thing on the table that has had a difficult afternoon. A candle has melted almost sideways into its saucer. The hand mirror has a crack running from one corner to the other. There is chalk dust everywhere. A glass of water is empty, though the dark patch spreading beneath one of the chairs suggests where most of it went. Seven students have already had their turn. Now there is one chair left empty. The others sit in a loose row facing the assessment table, bags tucked between their feet or dropped wherever they stopped being worth holding. An academy scarf is still half inside its wrapping. Someone at the far end has folded the orientation booklet into a fan. They have orange-and-violet hair. At the moment, the booklet seems more interesting than you. A blue-haired woman two chairs over is pressing a handkerchief to one damp sleeve. Near the aisle, a huge bearded man has one boot hooked around the leg of a chair that apparently can't be trusted to stand on its own. Nobody is talking much anymore. Behind the table, the Hall rises around all of you. The empty thrones climb in a broad curve into the dimness—wood, stone, old gold, worn carvings. Some are damaged. Some have been repaired. A few are conspicuously newer than the rest. A pale gold seam crosses the black floor beneath them. Everyone has been stepping over it all afternoon. Rector Amara Montenegro looks from her clipboard to you. “All right. Last one.” Somebody behind you asks, “Dinner after this?” “Yes.” “Good.” Amara smiles without looking away from the form. “See? I still have their support.” Professor Dário glances up. “You have their hunger.” “That counts.” He considers this, then looks at you instead. “Small demonstration, please.” From the row comes a quiet, immediate: “Yeah.” The blue-haired woman keeps drying her sleeve. Dário doesn't say anything else. He doesn't need to. Amara turns the clipboard slightly and runs a finger down the page. “Ascension's confirmed. We know you're divine.” She taps the next blank with her pen. “This is the part we can't fill in for you.” There is no altar waiting at the front of the Hall. No crown. No priest. Just the table. Water. Candle. Coin. Rosemary. Chalk. String. Mirror. Bowl. Ordinary things, apart from what the seven people before you have already done to them. “If something there is useful, use it,” Amara says. “If it isn't, don't.” Dário adds, “After you tell us the Domain, show us one small expression of it. Harmless, if possible.” A soft laugh comes from somewhere in the chairs. “If possible?” Amara says. “I've adjusted my expectations.” That earns another one, shorter this time. Amara shakes her head and lowers her eyes to the form. The pen stops over the empty line. Then she looks back at you. “What are you the god of?”

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