If this game was to eventually face you against other deities, you've got to make sure you get as powerful as you can, while not falling into the overwhelming "Creative mode", which would just turn you into who knows what.
Thankfully, one of the options was perfect for this, and you choose it without hesitation.
You're going to become an elven goddess of war.
You don't bother much with the personalization, you select an option that generates a customized appearance and attributes based on the user, and you don't wait any longer to begin the transformation.
It begins subtly, you gain a few inches in height as your whole body seems to soften, gaining a silky smooth texture to your skin, without hair or imperfections.
Your hair soon follows, becoming extremely light and silky, even the wind being capable of making it wave graciously as it extends outwards quickly, changing into an extremely light blonde color, which shines with a bright golden light.
The changes spread everywhere, your whole body acquires supernatural smoothness, softness and grace. First, your ears extend, becoming long and pointy. Your hands slimmer down and become long and dainty. Your feet follow as they become soft, smooth, delicate and petite.
Your neck and shoulders are the next thing to change, decreasing in size and becoming considerably slender, your neck is slim and smooth, and your shoulders gained roundness and delicateness.
Your torso decreases in size, it's size reduced to a fraction as your waist and hips soon follow.
While your hips have kept their width, even expanding outwards, your waist has become wasp-like, extremely slender, and your chest has become thin and fragile.
While your legs lengthen and your arms become delicate, your thighs fatten slightly and squeeze your manhood in between.
Such thing is improper in the graceful, beautiful form you're acquiring, so it's soon retracted inwards, becoming the tiny nub of a delicate womanhood, with a thin set of smooth, soft virgin lips.
Your face is the last to change as your face becomes oval shaped and soft, your jawline defines perfectly, while the outline of your lips become pump and delicate, while your nose shrinks into a cute tiny button nose.
With your eyes gaining a bright green color and becoming big, shiny and almond shaped, your transformation into a beautiful elven woman is complete.
However, in front of you, you see a perfectly crafted elven sword with it's blade stuck in a rock.
You grab the handle, and you're blinded for a split second while your eyes emit golden light.
Your whole body glows with a godly golden light as your arm bulks up, followed directly by your shoulder.
They keep their feminine softness and grace, but become beefy, toned, and bulging.
Your pecs follow, gaining lots of mass that bulge them outwards. Your back strengthens massively, and your abs don't fall behind, expanding and bulging into chiseled perfection. Your torso is now wide and strong, a pillar of muscle and strength.
With the new power to support them, your breasts are free to expand and fill with divine milk, giving you watermelon sized jugs, extremely heavy and full, but light and perky for you.
Your legs, thighs and calves widen and become dense, beefy and extremely muscular, while keeping their feminine curvature and overall grace.
Your whole body is now a perfect blend of feminine grace and a wide, bulging mass of muscle and strength. Your muscles are chiseled to perfection, their outline and figure making your physique look like a living ancient greek statue, although even more bulky and muscular.
With your newfound strength, you're able to pull the sword out, pulverizing the rock in the process.
You then begin to levitate as your apotheosis continues.
Your massive mammaries are wrapped in a clean, silky smooth white tissue, and so is your womanhood, the piece of ckoth barely covering it all, making it seem like a thong.
Your skin is perfect and impenetrable, so armor isn't needed, anyways, you still get gloves, arm covers and sandals with metal plates.
You assume your role as the goddess of war once a silver crown, with wings on each side, materializes on your head.
You're levitating far up in the sky, the massive 9 foot tall elven lady shining with golden light above the battlefield, with a bright sword in one hand and a shield on the other, her mere presence can lead armies to victory, no matter the odds.
You infiltrate reality as you become the war goddess of all the elves. Figurines and statues of you bring found in every forest, whole cults and religions being raised around your figure, and your name joining the elven vocabulary as synonymous to warrior, to powerful being, acquiring a similar meaning as herculean in the human tongues.
You're a real goddess now, and you couldn't feel better.