I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"If you have read this book, you should thank a certain god for his kindness. He allowed people to record and spread their stories. However, not all gods are willing for believers to know their stories, their meanness and ugliness, and their weakness and confusion like humans."

The beginning of the book is very intriguing. I don’t know whether it was a gimmick left by the author deliberately or it is true. In any case, it successfully attracted his attention and became a reading material for him to pass the time along the way.

Last time, I analyzed the description that there is no Son of Night among the existing gods, and concluded that the Goddess of Dreams might have killed him in order to fight for the authority of Night.

So, under the constraints of the laws, how does the author of this book know the anecdotes of various gods?

Are they all made-up false stories?

"I don't know about this book, but what does it talk about? I can tell you whether it is true or not if it happened a thousand years ago." Xiaotian replied confidently.

Although I can't say it out loud, it's no problem to identify whether it's real or fake.

Phil Gray opened the chapter about the God of Destiny. "It records an incident about the God of Destiny. He used to be very autistic? He slept in the River of Destiny for thousands of years just to avoid interacting with other gods..."

"Fake, fake! What autism? That's because He was very weak at the time, and with the disappearance of his friends, he didn't want to face the whole world." Xiaotian retorted, and was suddenly stunned. How could he say such a thing? What are the constraints of the rules?

Are these things that can be revealed?

It tried to elaborate, but all it could come out of it was a series of “Mmmmm…”

"So, some of it is credible and some is not credible..." Phil Gray thought for a moment, and then asked, "The author of this book believes that the Son of Night is no longer an existing god and that He has fallen. Is this true or false?"

"..."

The balance was silent for a moment, and then before the law could detect it, it said quickly: "Really, umm..."

Damn it, why can't I say it again?

"Okay." Phil Gray was a little helpless, and then verified a few more. It turned out that most of the contents of the book were true, but they had been exaggerated by the author and deviated from their original appearance.

"By the way," Phil Gray lowered his eyes, "According to your understanding of the God of Destiny, will He ignore the believers' prayers for His coming?"

“God’s descent? That’s not the real body of the god descending, but just a consciousness of the god projected onto the body of the believer. As long as you reach the level of God’s descent, you can request God’s descent. It has nothing to do with whether God ignores you or not. He doesn’t even know that you have summoned His consciousness. After all, there are so many followers at the level of God’s descent, how can He care about ignoring this or that... Master, at that time, uh uh..."

Xiao Tian really hated the constraints of this law. He really wanted to communicate with his master about his past in the Kingdom of God. After all, all his memories came from thousands of years ago.

"What if all of His followers fail to descend to the heavens?"

"Then this god may no longer exist? Died?" Xiaotian answered indifferently, but it didn't know that the god they were discussing was its former master, the God of Destiny.

Phil Gray frowned slightly. Disappearance should not be gone, otherwise he would not have come here from another world.

"He is definitely not dead, Xiaotian, I want to tell you something, please don't be sad later..."

Phil Gray told it that the God of Destiny had never successfully descended in recent years and the current situation of the Cult of Destiny.

"Wuwuwu, how is this possible? Why is it like this?" Xiaotian sobbed violently in his soul space. Even though he was prepared, he still felt a little headache.

"Okay, so why do you think He will stop coming?"

"I don't know, wuwuwu, won't something happen to Him? No wonder he threw me into the human world thousands of years ago, and no wonder he invited that friend of the goddess to the human world that day..."

"Friend of the Goddess?"

"Ahem, another name for the God of Time and Space, Waton. Uh-huh..."

"A thousand years ago? Maybe you're overthinking it. The Cult of Destiny only began to decline in the last hundred years. It wasn't that early. It seems that it was around two hundred years ago that the descent of God was no longer successful. But it's possible that something happened during this period of time." Phil Gray pondered.

"No matter what, something must have happened to him! Wuuuu, otherwise how could the descent of God fail? Have similar things happened in other sects?" Xiaotian said with a sob.

"...The Dark Night Cult?"

"..."

The Balance of Fate seemed to cry even harder.

"Don't worry, He rescued me not long ago, so He should be fine." Phil Gray comforted it and told it about his own record of looking directly at the sun, which managed to coax it into submission.

"Then why don't gods descend to us anymore? Something must have happened. Woo woo woo, master, can you go to the kingdom of God earlier? Maybe the gods need your salvation?" Xiaotian asked while sobbing.

"Haha, I also want to go to the kingdom of God as soon as possible. Shinto or quasi-god level? It seems a bit far away from me?" Phil Gray shrugged.

Also, he, the favored one, was asked to...save? The gods?

However, Phil Gray fell into deep thought. Perhaps this absurd idea was exactly why he came to the other world?

No, no, no, it won't be that outrageous.

"Wow!"

"Wow, that's great!"

Suddenly, cheers broke out in the class, and the whole class was in an uproar. Then, the young followers ran out of the classroom one after another.

Is get out of class over? It shouldn't be so early, right?

Phil Gray, confused, looked to his left at Eli and found that this guy was sleeping soundly on the table, even his breathing was very weak.

It seems that the higher the level of the God of Death's followers, the more they look like a corpse.

This guy couldn't be counted on. He looked to the silent Ernest on his right and asked, "Is the get out of class over early?"

"No, Your Majesty, the teacher said that an elder of the Dawn will use her holy objects to show the Dawn Legion annihilating the evil sects until those sects are completely destroyed, right in the big square. So the teacher said that the students can have a day off today to let them witness a true battle of faith." Ernest said expressionlessly, but Phil Gray thought that the teacher must have been very passionate when he said it.

Live broadcast of the crackdown process?

Very interesting, but with so many cameras on Earth, why do we need a holy object here?

"So, do you want to join in the fun?"

Eli woke up, stood up and yawned, and a light black circle appeared under his eyes.

"Of course, but why do you look more and more sleepy the more you sleep? And you have dark circles under your eyes?"

"It's always like this. The more you sleep, the more sleepy you get, especially when there's a teacher singing a lullaby to you in class. I mean, that's how I was when I was in the church college... Shall we go?"

"Okay." Phil Gray nodded along with Xiaotian's sobbing in the soul space.