I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Late at night, inside the Cathedral of Death.

Great Elder Sid had his back to the other elders, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

The other elders were discussing in low voices. What happened today kept replaying in their minds. The aura of that adult still made them feel uneasy.

The second elder interrupted the discussion of the elders and said with a frown, "Saint Yimilu scored ten points in the first two rounds. The other candidates have almost no chance of turning the tables."

“Yes, then do we still need to carry out the third round?” asked another elder.

“Not necessarily. Other candidates may not have no chance in the third round. If this Saint Milu scores zero in the third round… However, how could someone like him who can summon such a powerful figure get zero points?” The archbishop stroked his mustache and said with a smile.

"Isn't it risky to let this candidate of unknown origin be the Pope?" The second elder was a little worried.

"But the selection rules are there. They scored high and did not violate the rules. Can we go back on our word?" The archbishop sighed. "These sons of God that we watched grow up have no problems in terms of ability. They are just blinded by power..."

"Okay, no need to say more. It's already very obvious. Didn't that adult already designate Milu as our Pope?" Great Elder Sid turned around and said lightly.

"Well, the Lord called Saint Milue "my Majesty" several times. Isn't that obvious enough?" The Archbishop spread his hands. "Except for the Pope of our Church of the Dead, whose Majesty could it be?"

The other elders nodded, they indeed heard it.

"My guess is that the identity of this Holy Son of Milu is not simple. The lord in the abyss treats him with great respect, and the God of Death personally issued a command to make him the Pope. His identity may be far beyond our imagination." The archbishop added.

"Could it be the descendant of a quasi-god in the human world?"

"Don't you think this lord is a quasi-god?"

"Hiss... the quasi-gods are all very respectful to him. Could this Saint Milu be the descendant of that...?"

"Shut up. Do we think we can make irresponsible remarks about the gods?" Elder Sid scolded.

"No matter what, it seems that we have to prepare for this coronation." The second elder walked to the side of the first elder and whispered: "Saint Son Eli, he..."

"Let the past be the past. Since God has brought him back to the church, we should accept him. Now he is just a candidate who unexpectedly appeared with Milu on the day of the selection."

"ok, I get it."

……

"Wake up, wake up!" Eli shouted excitedly, and Phil Gray, who was dozing off on the table, was awakened by his voice.

He looked at Hei Ye who was curled up on the sofa and found that the cat had opened its eyes and stretched slowly.

"Well, everyone, how long have I slept?" The little boy's voice was laziness as if he had just woken up.

"Not long. Our Pope selection ceremony hasn't ended yet. I haven't become the Pope of the Church of the Dead yet. There will be another round of selection tomorrow." Phil Gray walked up to it and touched its little head. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Much better, I've recovered a lot, and how come my Dark Night Core is back?" Dark Night meowed in surprise, "I remember it was stolen by that woman!"

"Is it the gem that looks like a dried fish?"

"Yes, that's good now. I should be able to recover soon!" Heiye rolled happily on the sofa, and then the shocked Eli asked: "Lord God, why is your voice..."

Hei Ye then coughed and said, "I can use whatever voice I want, but don't interfere in my business!"

"Oh, okay." Eli nodded humbly.

"Speaking of which, where did I get this Dark Night Core? Do you know?"

Phil Gray nodded, "Do you know the Death Knight of the Abyss? He gave it to me. I summoned him during the undead summoning competition a few days ago."

"Oh, the Death Knight..." Heiye's beard twitched a little, and his eyes flashed with an ambiguous light. He continued: "That's no problem. By the way, what toy did you agree to make for me?"

"Well... I've been busy with the Church of the Dead these days. I'll help you with it after I finish tomorrow, okay?" Phil Gray remembered the debt he owed and hurriedly explained.

"Hmph, I'll wait for you then." Hei Ye's voice turned into a rough uncle's voice again, "Little brother, I want to eat fresh fire blood fish!"

Eli nodded quickly: "Hey! Come on, I'll take you to eat. There are a lot of delicious food in Gilga City. Oh, and you have a new little brother. During the days you were asleep, the boss hired another worker."

"is it?"

"Yes, then I'll take Heiye to eat something delicious. Boss, I've used the gold coins you gave me before to buy food for those ghosts..." Eli looked at Phil Gray pitifully.

"Okay." Phil Gray could only continue to pay the money helplessly. It was not easy to raise a god, especially a cat that could only eat!

……

"I declare the third round of selection ceremony to begin. The rules of this round will test your basic qualities as the Pope - your insight into things, your judgment of the situation, your ability to analyze problems, etc. Dear candidates, please get started and submit your answers at sunset." The second elder, as the host of this round of selection, read out.

Phil Gray looked at the nearly ten-meter-long white paper in front of him, which was densely covered with questions, and his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

Oh my god, why do I have to take exams in another world?

A ten-meter-long test paper. He thought that exams on Earth were torturous enough. This alien world simply doesn’t treat people as human beings. Who can write a ten-meter-long test paper in one breath?

The servant brought the quill and ink for answering the questions. Phil Gray looked at Eli beside him and winked at him, as if he wanted to say something.

But he was stared back by the archbishop's gaze.

"Candidates, please refrain from whispering to each other," the archbishop said with a smile.

"Huh..." Phil Gray took a deep breath and began to look at the questions above.

What is the current situation analysis of the Weir Continent? What problems do you think the Church of the Dead currently has and what are your reform suggestions? Do you think the church should participate in the war? Which churches do you think can strengthen the strength of the church? Which of the past popes do you think has the same philosophy as you? What is the analysis of a sentence in the Deathly Canon? How do you think to strengthen the faith of believers? How do you balance the need to improve your own strength with the need for the development of the church? What do you think...

Phil Gray felt a little dizzy and began to look around at the other candidates.

Jaslin was writing furiously, while Eli was biting his quill out of boredom, his face covered in ink.

Then he caught Yi Laizhe and asked the undead behind him!

However, the Second Elder did not stop him, and he didn't know what to say. He could only calmly immerse himself in the ocean of questions.

Fortunately, Phil Gray had the foundation of exam-oriented education in his previous life, so he answered the questions fairly smoothly. Anyway, he just had to deal with this round. It should be a foregone conclusion that he would become the Pope of the Church of the Dead.

From early morning to noon and then to sunset, the exam was finally over.

Phil Gray couldn't help but smile as he looked at Yi Laizhe who was sleeping soundly on the table, and Eli who was massaging the cat on his shoulder.

The second elder collected their test papers and said, "Everyone, please wait a moment. We will grade your answers immediately. Tonight, the scores from the three rounds will be combined, and the one who ranks first will be our new Pope."

Hearing these words, the believers present were extremely excited and began to discuss in low voices.

The crowd outside the church who were watching through the magic circle burst into cheers, and some even started shouting the name Milu.

After a while, after several elders' evaluation, the scores for this round came out. The second elder announced: "Milu Shengzi, 8 points, Jia Silin 8 points, Yi Lai 7 points, Yi Laizhe 6 points."

Jaslin was somewhat delighted, but then she felt disappointed again. Even if her score in this round was equal to that of Milu, it would be of no use because the winner had been clearly determined in the first two rounds.

"Huh? Why am I short?" Yi Laizhe wondered, "No one should know the Church of the Dead better than me."

He knew exactly how much wealth each of the top leaders in the Church of the Dead had.

The second elder rolled his eyes at him and said, "You cheated in your answer by asking the undead beside you. Three points will be deducted."

"Ah?" Yi Laizhe's eyes widened. "Why didn't you tell me at the time? Besides, the undead didn't know as much as I did, and in the end, I wrote it all by myself."

"You're responsible for the consequences." Eli laughed beside him.

"Humph, if it weren't for me, you would be at the bottom right now..."

"Okay." Great Elder Sid coughed to quiet everyone down. Facing all the believers in the church and all the believers outside the church who were craning their necks to watch the scenes in the magic circle, he solemnly announced: "After three rounds of selection presided over by the elders, the candidate with the highest score is Milu, and he will be the new Pope of our Church of the Dead!"