Just Retrieve It, That’s It

I became a god.

I should create the world I’ve always dreamed of—a utopia where everyone is happy.

With divine blessings, abundant food, and comfortable homes…

I gave generously, holding nothing back.

But these bastards are never satisfied.

Even after giving them everything, they remain ungrateful and full of complaints.

Sigh, you’re all hopeless.

Let’s retrieve it and start over.