Wait, I'm Just a Slacker—Why Do I Have Divine Gear?!

On a gamified planet where gods once ruled, elite factions wage war for ultimate power. I signed up as a freelance mercenary with one goal: stay invisible as a low-tier Resource Prospector and collect my paycheck. Then I clicked a random data chip during a newbie quest. Big mistake. A divine interface blazed to life, proclaiming me the "final heir" with supreme authority. Now every major faction wants me dead or captured, and I'm stuck with god-tier equipment I never asked for. So much for lying low.