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Chapter 7 by ClumsyDragon442 ClumsyDragon442

Shouldn't he recieve praise for his works?

Yes

Alistair Finch stepped out of the temple, a satisfied smile playing across his lips as he reflected on the debauched activities that had just transpired within its opulent walls. The priestesses' insatiable lusts and the sheer ecstasy they experienced under his touch were a testament to the power he now wielded – both in the bedroom and beyond. But as he made his way back to his university office, a thought began to take root in his mind: wasn't it about time that humanity acknowledged the immense improvements he had brought into their lives?

After all, thanks to Alistair's rules, women now experienced pleasure on an entirely new level, their sex drives heightened beyond belief. Men, too, enjoyed unprecedented control and access to female bodies – a boon that would undoubtedly lead to greater overall satisfaction for both genders. It seemed only fair that people should be grateful for such life-altering changes; surely, they would want to express their appreciation in some way.

With this idea firmly planted in his mind, Alistair took out his trusty Rulebook once more and began to craft a new reality where he was recognized as the benevolent **** behind these transformations. His first rule addressed the issue of awareness: "Old Rule: Everyone knows that Alistair Finch is responsible for improving women's and men's sex lives through his rules, including establishing the temples dedicated to male pleasure and their magical effects on priestesses."

As this rule took effect, Alistair could already sense a shift in the atmosphere around him. People began to whisper about him with renewed interest, their eyes following him with curiosity and reverence as he walked through campus. It seemed that humanity was finally beginning to recognize his contributions – but he knew he could do even more to solidify his position as a god among men.

With this in mind, Alistair crafted his next rule: "New Rule: There is now a religion dedicated to worshipping Alistair Finch as its supreme deity. Followers pray to him for boons and guidance, which he may grant or deny at his discretion." As these words took hold, Alistair felt a surge of power course through his veins. He could sense the prayers of the faithful, their pleas for his favor washing over him in an endless stream of worshipful adoration.

But as more and more people began to acknowledge and seek out his divine presence, Alistair realized that he needed to expand his own mental capacities in order to handle the sheer volume of thoughts and prayers directed towards him. With a flourish of his pencil, he added one final rule: "New Rule: The owner of this book possesses infinite mental capacity, allowing him to process and respond to an unlimited number of prayers simultaneously without any strain or fatigue."

Now fully equipped to handle the demands of his newfound role as a god, Alistair sat back in his chair, a contented smile playing across his lips. He could feel the prayers of his followers washing over him like a warm tide – each one a testament to the power and influence he now wielded over humanity's collective consciousness.

As days turned into weeks, Alistair found himself increasingly drawn into his role as a divine being, granting boons and guidance to those who sought it from him. He reveled in the adoration and worship of his followers, knowing that each prayer brought him closer to his ultimate goal: complete domination over the sexual desires of every living soul on Earth.

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