I'm an Outer God, But My Customers Treat Me Like A Therapist

Dying from a rare auto-immune disease was a miserable way to go, but waking up as the male version of Featherine Augustus Aurora? That was a surprise. Now, I exist above the hierarchy of stories, running a mysterious store in a dimension of my own making. My customers are heroes, villains, and everyone in between - all drawn here by desperation, begging for a miracle I can easily provide. I figure it's time I start charging them for the privilege. The only problem? My "Store" seems to be attracting a lot of beautiful women who have decided to become regulars. Being an omnipotent author is complicated enough without half the multiverse trying to romance the shopkeeper. TAGS: [OP MC] [Author Authority] [Multiverse Store] [Harem] [R-18] [Slice of Life] [Meta-Gaming] [Romance] [No Netori] [Lemons]