I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Holy Spirit, why would you give him negative points?" Great Elder Sid frowned, his face full of confusion.

How could such a favored child of heaven who was blessed by the God of Death and given a token of honor, even if his understanding of death could not be called profound, get such a terrible negative score?

"I think I accidentally offended the Holy Spirit. The death illusion I just had seemed to have brought a bad experience to the Holy Spirit." Phil Gray sighed and answered for the Holy Spirit.

"Oh?" The archbishop was curious and looked at the Holy Spirit, "What kind of feeling can make the Holy Spirit of the Life and Death Mirror have a bad experience? It shouldn't be possible."

"fear."

Great Elder Sid said as if he understood everything.

The jelly-like Holy Spirit nodded, with a distorted expression on his face that was uglier than crying. "I, I definitely didn't give negative points out of selfishness. We are all the people of the God of Death, and we should not be afraid of death. However, his emotion was an extraordinary and transcendent fear of death. This feeling is so strong that I can't help but tremble all over when I think about it now. Although I don't know what he experienced in the illusion of death, it is undoubtedly contrary to our piety towards death."

It glanced at Phil Gray with lingering fear and said, "The highest score is ten. In this case, giving him a minus ten is not too much."

Fear of death?

The people present were somewhat confused. How could they have such emotions when facing death? They wanted to sing and dance to welcome death with an extremely happy and joyful look.

Where does such a strange emotion come from?

How can you be a believer of the God of Death if you are afraid of death?

Phil Gray shook his head after hearing his explanation: "No, you are wrong. I am not afraid of death, but the way and result of death. We believe in death devoutly because it can return us to the abyss and return to the embrace of God. But you should be able to sense that the object of my death is very unusual, so I am not facing an ordinary death, but a kind of annihilation. I will disappear between heaven and earth because of this. Not only will I no longer be able to see God, but I will be permanently away from death. So I am afraid and I escape. This should be normal, right?"

Phil Gray rationalized this fear in a few words.

Everyone looked as if they had suddenly understood what was going on. So that's what it was.

The jelly-like Holy Spirit was stunned. Is this how it is?

Although it can pull people into the illusion of death, it really cannot see what happens in people's illusions and can only transfer their feelings and emotions to itself at critical moments.

"So, you shouldn't give me negative points for this reason, right? You should judge it based on the value of the death itself and the depth of the feelings it produced, just like you judged the previous Sons of God, right?" Phil Gray blinked and looked at it with some disappointment.

"What he said seems to be correct, Holy Spirit, please give him another score." Elder Sid spoke.

"Then there is nothing to say, just ten points." The Holy Spirit said decisively.

"Still negative ten points?" Bishop Marshall couldn't help but ask.

"No, it's ten."

The Holy Spirit looked at Phil Gray with resentment and said, "This death is really impressive and unique. I think it will not only be the most impressive death for you, but also the most impressive death for me. I am really curious about how you survived?"

Phil Gray smiled faintly: "Of course it's because of my piety towards death. If I succumb to fear like that, wouldn't I no longer be qualified to enjoy death and meet God?"

That makes perfect sense. All the believers nodded and looked at the new Son of God with admiration.

Only Eli knew that his boss seemed to be fooling people again.

Bishop Marshall was completely deflated. His score was seven points, still at the bottom.

Sid let the Holy Spirit return to the mirror of life and death and put the mirror away.

He looked at the candidates with satisfaction and said, "Through the first round of selection, I have seen your excellence. I will now announce the results of the first round of selection: First place is Milu, with a score of ten points; second place is Yi Laizhe, with a score of nine points; Rodney, Eli, and Jaslin tied for third place, with a score of eight points; fourth place is Marshall, with a score of seven points."

"Those with low scores don't need to be discouraged. We still have two rounds of selection. Your total score is the key to determining who will be qualified to be the Pope. Today's selection ceremony ends here. Tomorrow we will start the second round of selection. The second round of selection will be presided over by the Archbishop. The rules are quite special, so he needs to inform you in advance."

Grand Elder Sid gestured to the Archbishop, who smiled and turned toward the believers in the church.

"As the Pope of the Church of the Dead, in addition to having a deep understanding of death, I must also be able to deal with the undead. After all, they are my most powerful strength, my most friendly friend, and our ultimate appearance. So the second round of selection is to summon the undead. This selection will last for three days. Every day, the candidates must summon the undead on the altar we prepared. We will judge the undead you summon one by one. At the end of the third day, whoever has summoned the most powerful and more undead will get a higher score. I will be responsible for the scoring this time."

It turned out to be summoning the undead?

Phil Gray felt relieved, this should be his strong point, others might summon the undead randomly, but he could specify it. The only drawback was that he could only summon one a day, which might make him at a disadvantage in terms of quantity.

"Summon the undead? Ah, after becoming the Blessed of Death, my second skill became 'Visitors from the Abyss', which can summon a group of guests from the abyss. However, I tried it several times, and each time I only got some short skeletons that could be stepped on to death. They are probably the undead that were transformed from some animals after death. How can I compare with them..." Eli muttered in a low voice.

After hearing the rules announced by the Archbishop, no candidate expressed any objection. It seemed that these saints all had the ability to summon the undead? Phil Gray thought thoughtfully. It should be that all the Death Blessed had similar skills. After all, the undead creatures were an important source of their combat power.

The bell rang, and today's selection ceremony officially came to an end.

The believers began to disperse gradually, but some of them looked at a certain Holy Son with adoration, unwilling to leave, and were finally driven out by the church priests with sullen faces.

Saint Jaslin and the two holy sons who served as bishops seemed to have other matters to deal with, so they left first.

The elders and the archbishop were very curious about these two holy sons. They gathered around and asked Phil Gray and Eli all kinds of questions.

Great Elder Sid remained silent, his eyes deep, and no one knew what he was thinking about.