Diary: In the first year, I awakened amidst the apocalypse of humanity.

A group of humanoids, believing me to be the last glory, were willing to join my ranks.

Diary: In the second year, my humanoids and I successfully began exploring the interstellar sea.

Is the neighboring sector the Koprulu sector?...a bug, a race resembling humans, and a high-tech alien with pigtails?

Do you guys play StarCraft?

Diary: In the third year, for unknown reasons, a newly discovered civilization in the neighboring galaxy condemned me and declared me their sworn enemy.

Diary: In the tenth year, my relationship with the neighboring galaxy suddenly improved.

We're now discussing how to pay the "hire fee" for the fleet I'm helping to "patrol" their capital star.

Diary: In the nth year, my research team informed me that a fox cry, "Galaxy Rise, Human King," has been heard from the surrounding galaxies.

[MC + Western Fantasy + Lord]

(Alternate Title: The Growth Diary of a God and His Church)

In the third year of the Light Calendar on the Rodri Continent, Ian addressed his people:

"I've said this countless times—defeating the Abyss and the Demon King doesn’t automatically make me the God of Light! And my MC world is not the Kingdom of Light!"

"Dragons—my Ender Dragon is not your Dragon God! Tell those dragonesses to stop coming here asking for offspring!"

"Dwarves—quit obsessing over Iron Golems and start researching Redstone technology! Golems don’t reproduce, no matter how much you tinker with them!"

"Elves—stop using bone meal to force the World Tree to grow! The Winged Clan has filed multiple complaints—your trees are shooting up like rockets and invading their territory!"

"At this rate, I might as well relocate all of you to the Twilight Forest!"

"And finally! Call me..."