I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Actually, the God of Destiny saved his life.

He lived an ordinary life for the first twenty-three years, no different from most people on earth, except that due to the large amount of assets left by his parents after their death, he did not have to struggle like others and easily had the capital to never have to work for the rest of his life.

At the age of 23, he participated in an underground auction and won a mysterious bronze statue.

The statue was extremely strange, as it was carved with a monster with a snake's head and a human body.

According to the host of the auction, this item was dug out from an ancient tomb of unknown age.

Regardless of where the myth comes from, the image of the human-snake combination is usually a human body with a snake tail, but this statue breaks the conventional image and instead puts a cobra-like snake head on a human body.

He immediately became interested and searched various ancient books for clues about the statue, but found nothing.

Until he met a folklorist, who concluded that the statue came from a primitive tribe deep in the rainforest known for its sacrifices.

This tribe seems to have continued to this day, and a few words about them can be found in the diaries of various explorers.

At the request of the folklorist, he not only invested money to support his exploration, but also decided to visit the mysterious tribe with him in person.

He has always liked a stable life, and this is the first time he has felt the desire to explore the unknown.

However, this was the only adventure in his life, and it also became the last one.

They took weapons purchased from abroad and more than a dozen bodyguards to the tropical rain forest. According to the old map that the folklorist got from somewhere, they actually succeeded in finding the tribe.

Coincidentally, they were performing a sacrifice.

He saw the natives chanting songs with strange rhythms, and saw thick fog gradually filling the altar. Several spider-like threads emerged from the fog and pulled the dancing and singing natives into the altar. After a while, there was no trace of these people in the fog, but instead, countless red eyes could be vaguely seen.

He froze in place.

The folklorist turned on the camera like crazy, wanting to record this strange scene, but when he turned on the camera and looked into those eyes, he walked towards the altar as if he had lost his soul, and no bodyguards could stop him.

After a while, it disappeared in the thick fog.

Finally, thick fog spread from the altar to the surrounding areas until it covered all the living people present.

Phil Gray slapped his forehead, trying to remember what he had seen in the thick fog, but he couldn't remember anything.

His later memory was that as soon as he opened his eyes, he came before the God of Destiny.

The otherworldly god said he was dead and asked him if he was willing to complete something in exchange for a new life.

He agreed.

He wanted to live, and he really regretted his risky behavior, but the stable life had completely left him the moment he took the picture of the mysterious bronze statue.

The god from another world used his remaining power to reverse his fate and the fate of Phil Gray from this world, and from then on he took on the fate of the original owner.

"So that's how it is, I asked for it!"

Phil Gray was quite helpless about his memory of himself. Why didn't he enjoy the life of a rich second-generation when he had to go to the rainforest?

He is simply bored!

"Then why did you seal my memory? If I had known this from the beginning, I wouldn't have been so... ahem, blaming you. Also, you swapped my fate with the original owner, but I'm already dead. So the original owner..."

"Once you remember the statue and know its appearance, you may be sensed by it. At that time, you were still a mortal, not a person favored by the gods, so you naturally could not withstand its perception, so I sealed your memory. As for the original Phil Gray, he died for this world, and his death was worthy."

The voice of the God of Destiny was filled with the indifference that is unique to gods, which made Phil Gray feel a little sad when he heard that the original owner was dead.

The original owner died in his place?

"Why? Can't the original Phil Gray do this for you? Why do you want me to do it?"

He still didn't understand the necessity of choosing himself.

"You are different. You are destined to bear these things. This is your fate, a fate that I cannot control."

Ansel sighed softly.

The sigh from the gods was like a feather brushing against his heart, shocking Phil Gray for a moment. He became more and more confused. What kind of fate could not even be controlled by the god of destiny?

"My strength won't last much longer. Do you have anything else to ask?"

There are so many things I want to ask!

Phil Gray was completely confused. He asked in one breath, "What do you mean by fate? Who is the god represented by the statue? Are you tied here by Him? How can I save you? Also, why did the God of Death and the Prophet of the Day choose me as their favored one?"

Ansel was silent for a moment, then closed his amber-like golden eyes, looking somewhat lonely: "We don't know where they came from, we call them the gods of the secret abyss, you don't need to know too much about the details now, you just need to know that they are reviving, the barriers of the world can no longer withstand their invasion, some gods in Weir have already surrendered to them, our goal is to completely expel them and protect the Weir world.

But it is difficult for any god in Weir to do this now, because our authority is too dispersed, and the gods do not fully trust each other. There are even serious internal struggles. From time to time, gods fall, such as Hei Ye who was killed by his subordinate god. Many gods take this as a warning and no longer easily give the position of subordinate god. The number of gods has been decreasing, and the power of the kingdom of God has become weaker and weaker. And we need a god who masters the power of all laws. All authority will be concentrated in him. This is the only hope for Weir Continent to fight against the gods of the secret abyss."

"So you chose me?" Phil Gray asked in surprise.

"Yes, one day you will understand why I chose you. Now the White Day Prophet and some other gods have slowed down their progress. You don't have to worry for now. Your current task is to obtain as much power as possible from the gods on the Weir Continent, especially the power of the six main gods."

"What? How many gods do I have to be a follower of? How many proverbs do I have to complete? Wouldn't that be exhausting? Since you want me to merge all the powers, why don't you just give me all the powers, oh, except for the Son of Night who has already fallen."

Three gods are enough to keep him busy, and if there are so many more gods, won’t he be exhausted to death?

How are these gods more cruel than capitalists?

Ansel laughed, and the god's laughter was as cheerful and sweet as that of a human, although Phil Gray could only vaguely see the slightly curved corners of his mouth from his tilted head.

"There are more ways to gain power than just becoming a favored one. You can explore further. As for why I don't just give you the power, firstly, not all of these gods agree with the method of integrating power. You need to find a way to convince them. Secondly, only when you personally sense this power can you use it. If you are given it directly, you will be controlled by this power, and what you need is to become the master of this power."

"Okay, I understand. Then when can I come to save you? Also, you haven't told me why you were imprisoned here. I understand that the God of Time and Space seems to have a good relationship with you. Why didn't He come to save you?"

Phil Gray hesitated for a moment and asked again.

The condition of the god in front of him doesn't look very good, as if he will dry up and die at any time like the River of Destiny.

"The one who bound me is one of the gods of the Mystical Abyss. You cannot know his name for the time being. As for Waton and the others, they can't save me at all. Wait until you merge the power of the six main gods into one, and then you can help me break this void rope."

Ansel shook his head.

"Okay, I'll try my best to save you."

Phil Gray solemnly promised that no matter what, the god had given him a new life and allowed him to have a completely different life, which was also what they had agreed upon.

"I'll send you away."

The white power of destiny wrapped Phil Gray layer by layer, and he felt that everything around him became clear again. The scene in the square did not change much. The believers prostrated themselves on the ground, praising the miracle that had just happened with beautiful words, while he was facing the statue of the god, his body a little stiff.

"Your Majesty, you are back? Just now you were enveloped by the light of God, and then stood still for a long time. Did God send down some oracle?"

Everyone asked anxiously on behalf of Bishop Dominic.

The others also stared at Phil Gray.

"Yes, the god told me some things and asked me to revive the Church of Destiny. He hasn't forgotten us. He has been busy with the affairs of the Kingdom of God over the years without any god descending upon us. He is moved by our devout faith. May the light of destiny always shine on us." Phil Gray said with a smile.

Although the God of Destiny seemed to have forgotten His Church on earth and did not mention it at all, he could understand that he was already busy taking care of himself, so how could he care about the Church?

But it doesn’t matter, the Church of Destiny has him as the Pope!