Think...or rather, ponder your choices over breakfast

You trudge into the kitchen, stopping only to look into the mirror and make some quick changes to your figure. Hello, tall, dark, and handsome, you think as you wink at the reflection of the new you. Bypassing the whole act of cooking altogether, you simply will a plate of scrambled eggs, some sausage, a pile of biscuits in a basket, and a train of gravy onto your table, complete with artisanal coffee and a tall glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. Another act of will upgrades your table to one that was hand-crafted out of wood, rather than that fake shit you built out of a Walmart box.

It's not like you would really need to eat anymore, or even watch your figure. You could have chocolate cake for every meal now and never suffer any consequences to your health. But eating delicious food was just too good to give up, even for divinity. After pulling two biscuits out of the basket, tearing it up, and then pouring hot gravy on top, you tear into your food, savoring each and every bite.

You think…, or rather, ponder what you should do next. You could make sweeping changes to society and humanity overall, shaping the world instantly to your will and desire, but what's the point in that? It's like cheating in a video game so that you teleport to the final boss with the best equipment and slaying it no sweat. Sure, you won, but where was the journey, the fun, the excitement in doing it?

Besides, the whole act of just changing people's minds so that society functioned the way you wanted to just seemed…, wrong. What was the point in having people around if you took away their right to self-determination? Wouldn't it be better and more to your benefit if they chose your way of life on their own?

You sip on your coffee thoughtfully, staring off into space. Maybe I should start my own religion, you think. Why not? You had the power of a god now, so if anyone asked you could back it up. The more you pondered the idea, the more you liked it. After all, with these powers, shouldn't you use them to the betterment of mankind?

You wipe up the last of the gravy with what remained of the last biscuit, and washed it all down with the orange juice. You just ate a meal fit for a family of four, having no actual need to eat combined with a literally bottomless stomach was two of the best upgrades a god could ask for, right after never having to piss or shit ever again unless you want to. You will the plates clean and put up in your hand-crafted china hutch that you willed into existence just now, and they were. It was so nice to never have to physically wash dishes ever again.