Convert the population indirectly

Eva picks up the first folder on the pile and looks through it absent-mindedly.

"Hm. This looks interesting: 'Convert the population indirectly'. What does that mean?"

"Well see Your Divinity, as you may recall you asked that we wouldn't just flip a switch in everyone's mind to make them love you? This solution sees your problem and ollies right out the window from its way."

"Oh."

"Indeed. What I've got here is a design for a memetic advertisement. Sort of like an, eh... 'cultural disease', if you want to use really ugly words about it. Look up the SCP Foundation - I frankly haven't got a fucking eternity to spell out the details."

"I see. What does it do?"

"When a human being sees this ad, they instantly become aware of your unrivaled might and influence. It won't sway their opinion of you, only states all the facts for them. But it also compels people to spread this ad around so that others may see it."

"Interesting... Yes, I believe that this is very doable."

"Ain't that peachy! Just stamp one of these babies on Times Square. By my estimates, the entire world should be worshipping the ground under your feet in a matter of hours."

Eva did stamp one of those babies on Times Square. Thousands of people stopped in their tracks to view the ad, filling their minds with absolute knowledge about their creator and savior, Supreme Deity Eva. Everyone with a phone took a picture of the miraculous image and sent it to every social media output that they could think of. Every country in the world had infected populations within two minutes.

People walked around on the streets showing pictures of the holy ad on their phone to passerby. New copies of the ad were re-created and succesfully deployed all around the world. The final uninfected people are a few secluded South American tribes accosted by loggers using a large canvas with an imprint of the original ad, just 1 hour and 56 minutes after initial deployment.

"I believe I've met my end of the deal. Now it's time for you to meet yours, Your Divinity."

"Ah, of course. Where are my manners?"