I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"It has been a long time since our God has come. Although we don't want to admit it, it is not unreasonable for these apostates to suspect that God has abandoned us. He doesn't even care whether His believers betray Him."

Patrick looked a little sad.

"You mean the God's Descent Celebration? I heard them say that in the past, the God's Descent Celebration could really invite the God of Destiny."

"Yes, you know that once a person favored by God reaches the level of God's Descent, he can ask God to descend upon his body. The so-called God's Descent Ceremony is when the Pope, who has reached the level of God's Descent, asks God to descend upon his body."

"But after the God's Descent Celebration in which year, the gods have never descended again. At that time, the Church was still in its heyday, and there were many gods who could descend. However, they prayed day and night, but they were never able to invite the gods to come again."

"Several older God-favored ones at the God-descendant level died of depression because of this."

"Later, the Destiny Cult gradually declined, and those followers who could not break through to the Divine Path gradually passed away due to lifespan limitations. The number of young people who broke through to the Divine Descent level was decreasing. Over the past few decades, only your father broke through to the Divine Descent level, and that’s why he became our Pope."

"The God's Descent Celebration is now just an annual festival for everyone. Those rituals are just a consolation. The so-called advent of Ansiel only remains in distant memories."

"But no matter what, I will not betray my God. I believe that one day, I will be able to see Him descend into the world again."

Phil Gray hugged him comfortingly. "God has not abandoned us. Isn't the fact that we are favored by God and can hear His words the best proof? Maybe He just has other things to do in heaven."

Patrick shook his head slightly. "The words of God and the power gained after completion are actually like something that has already been set. They come from His laws and authority. He will naturally not whisper in the ears of His believers personally. And if He says He is paying attention, how can His gaze linger on so many believers at the same time?"

In other words, those favored by God are more like players in a game on Earth, and the words of God are like tasks that have been set by the system, and rewards can be obtained by completing the tasks.

The only difference is that in order to become a person favored by God, one must be devout to God from beginning to end.

So am I a special case given by the God of Destiny? Or is this a bug in the mission system?

"Cousin, you were an ordinary person before, and you don't know anything about the God's Favored Ones. We haven't mentioned it to you either. The Destiny Cult is still in a very dangerous situation."

"I'm not referring to the betrayal of Wendel and the Knight Commander, but the threats from other churches."

“We have fewer and fewer high-level gods favored by us, but this is not the case with other churches. They can still invite their own gods, and they also have many high-level gods favored by them.

You also know that under the suppression of some churches, the Destiny Church has lost its areas in the East Continent and can only survive in these remote cities in the West Continent. If it were not for the help of the Life Church, I am afraid that these remaining areas of ours would have been completely devoured by them long ago."

“What are the churches targeting us?”

Patrick smiled bitterly, "I can't even count them on one hand. Big churches are eyeing them covetously, and even some small churches want to get a piece of the pie."

"Just like the knight mentioned at the rally just now, the Dream Cult was behind his incident. There are also the Plague Maker, the Dark Night Cult, the Bloody Disaster, etc. They have all attacked us before."

“Has Life Church helped us?”

"Yes, our parish is adjacent to the parish of the Church of Life. We have always had exchanges with them and have received a lot of help from them. Oh, and the Church of the Dead has also helped us."

Phil Gray nodded. Wilde was the one favored by the God of Death, and he also saved his life.

"But, cousin, you have been the Pope for four years. It's okay to be concerned about the God-favored Ones, but how come you don't know about these?"

Phil Gray flicked his cousin on the head.

"In the past, I was only the Pope in name only. The Holy See was controlled by those bishops, and my power had long been hollowed out by them without my knowledge." Although it was to cover up his identity, most of it was his speculation based on the real situation. The reason why the original owner was so idle as the Pope was probably because his power had long been hollowed out by Bishop Wendel and the Knight Commander, and their current betrayal was also premeditated.

"Oh, cousin, you are so miserable. I used to envy you."

It was already late at night and the streets were completely deserted.

Under the dark night, snowflakes fluttered down again, and it was snowing again.

Phil Gray and Patrick walked side by side, both feeling heavy in their hearts. It was extremely quiet all around them, with only the occasional crunching sound of their boots stepping on the snow.

The Vatican is still in internal strife, and he, the Pope, is missing. It is inevitable that those hostile churches will take advantage of the situation.

Phil Gray, it's not that I don't want to help you, but the start you gave me is too difficult.

He complained to the original owner in his heart, and then remembered the letter the original owner had given him.

The original owner mentioned in the letter that it was the God of Destiny who chose him, which meant that the original owner knew the intentions of the gods. How could an ordinary person like him have contact with the gods when the gods had not descended for so many years?

As they walked and thought, they soon arrived at the hotel where they were staying. The door of the hotel was closed, but not locked, probably to facilitate guests' entry and exit.

Compared to the howling cold wind outside, it was much warmer in the hotel.

There were only two or three people in the bar on the ground floor, lying on the table, seemingly drunk.

"Good night, cousin."

"Good night."

The morning sun dispelled the haze, the morning after the snow was particularly cold, the white stone in the fireplace made a crackling sound. The tavern was already full of all kinds of people, including drunkards, priests in green robes, sad girls, and businessmen who talked loudly.

Phil Gray and Patrick sat across from each other and Gene ordered some breakfast for them.

"I was planning to eat inside, but it's too cold down here. But cousin, you said we could get some information down there, but it doesn't seem to be anything useful." Patrick was used to the life of a young master of the Grey family, and he really couldn't stand this simple and somewhat cold tavern.

Not to mention listening to the vulgar language and drunken boasting.

"No, there is still a useful piece of information." Phil Gray shook his head and looked at the face in front of him that looked 50% like himself. "There is a cemetery in the Baiju District of Dur City."

The divisions of the city of Dur reflect the characteristics of the Church of Life particularly thoroughly, as the districts in the city are all named after plants.

"Cemetery? What's the use of it?" A question mark emerged in Patrick's mind.

Just now, two pastors from the Life Church sat down next to them and talked about the renovation of the cemetery in Baiju District this year. They also discussed that it was arranged by a certain nobleman. For their Life Church, the most important thing is the living people, and it is incredible to renovate the cemetery.

"It's very useful. I want to go to the cemetery later, and you don't have to follow me." Phil Gray said.

"Ah? Cousin, I have to keep you safe."

"No, I won't be recognized when I wear a mask. No one will intentionally attack an ordinary citizen, right?"

"You, on the other hand, dye your hair a different color before I come back."

"Huh?" Patrick's face fell.

He looked at his cousin's back and found that he could no longer understand him. But he was the Pope after all, so he had to have some secrets, right?