I want to be a destructive god, not a healer god!

Rusher's dream had always been clear: to transcend the limits of humanity and become a god. In a world where the supernatural was a reality, where beings with extraordinary powers roamed freely, he believed that anything was possible. Years of relentless study, research, and sacrifices had led him to the impossible.

And against all odds, he had done it. He had ascended.

Now, standing before a mirror, Rusher looked at what he had become. Golden blonde hair cascaded over his shoulders, golden eyes glinted with a divine glow, and his skin was pale, almost ethereal. The physical transformation was undeniable-he had become the perfect being, a celestial entity beyond the reach of mortals.

And then, there was... this.

Rusher blinked. His chest felt... different. He looked down and noticed the soft curve of his body, the unfamiliar weight pressing against his chest.

"Boobs..?"

This wasn't what he had envisioned. The image in the mirror reflected a delicate, feminine figure, and Rusher's heart sank. This was no powerful, imposing god like he had imagined. This was a maiden, the kind that would be admired in fairy tales-not the god of his dreams!

His face turned an alarming shade of blue, then green, then red-until finally, it was as though every color in the visible spectrum had been drained from his face.

What. The. Hell?!

Just as panic began to seize him, a strange sensation washed over Rusher, and a glowing blue screen suddenly appeared in front of him.

**System: Congratulations on your first awakening as a Celestial Being! You are now welcomed into the world of gods.
**System: You are a rank-F Healer God. You are below average among gods.

"Are you kidding me?!?!"