My Godlike Faceslapping System!

Silas was rich, but not the kind that had earned it; he was the kind that had inherited it. Left without purpose or drive, he spent his days searching for a purpose, a higher calling, or really anything that could hold is interest for longer than a week. So when one day a strange voice enters his head telling him he has the potential to become a god of face slapping, will he rise to the challenge or become just another swollen cheek on another hero's journey?