"My Patron Goddess Loves Me, Which is Inconvenient for Other Gods"
Kael, a mild-mannered accountant from another world, dies an embarrassing death and wakes up in a city where eldritch gods are a normal part of religious life. Broke, directionless, and saddled with an inherited debt he doesn't understand, he prays — on a whim, in rhyme, to an unmarked symbol scratched into an alley wall.
The symbol belongs to Nyxara, an ancient and vastly powerful goddess of the dark between stars — and, unbeknownst to Kael, the reincarnated soul of a man she loved and lost millennia ago. She answers him. Her price: not silver, but sincerity — poems, songs, prayers, tokens of genuine feeling, scaled to the size of the favor asked.
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