I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

The four followers of the sea goddess were very familiar with the underwater city. They passed through the twists and turns of the coral house alleys and came to an open flower field.

There are flower fields under the sea?

However, this was not what shocked him the most. The most amazing thing was that this flower field was full of flowers of destiny!

Phil Gray stared at the man in the center of the flower field. The man was wearing a straw hat and brown linen clothes. He was bending over to fertilize the flower of destiny under the sea.

"It's him. He is the favored one of the God of Life. We didn't prepare any food before we set out, but we didn't want to eat the sea fish here, so he gave us some vegetables and fruits that he grew himself, so we became familiar with each other after a few visits." The eldest sister introduced.

The man saw someone coming and turned around and walked towards them.

"He is from the Church of Life and is very interested in all kinds of flowers and plants. The flower fields in the underwater city here are more interesting to him than the legendary pirate treasure."

No matter what she said, Phil Gray just looked at the man without blinking.

The man's face was extremely unfamiliar, but the whole person gave Phil Gray an odd sense of familiarity.

"Now that you are here, what would you four like to eat today? I have some fresh cabbage here. It's a pity that we can't cook it under the sea. I can only wait until we get to land to let you taste my cooking. Oh, you brought friends with you." The usual enthusiasm made their eyes a little sore. The four sisters smiled bitterly and said nothing.

"Stop pretending, Victor, I know it's you." Phil Gray looked directly at the so-called favored one of the God of Life in front of him and spoke.

"What do you mean? I don't understand what this friend said."

Phil Gray raised his hand, and the surging power of destiny rushed towards the sea of ​​flowers. The divine power seemed to have knocked open a curtain of water, which exploded with a bang. After the movement dissipated, there was no flower field of destiny there, but clearly only patches of lush seaweed.

The four sisters looked at the scene in surprise, finding it hard to believe that all this was an illusion.

"You were responsible for the disappearance of the sisters, right? Destiny's skill is just enough to make someone disappear without a trace. As for this flower, it almost told me that."

"Hahaha, that's right, I just hid their fate lines. It's just a small punishment. According to the rules of my church, stealing will be subject to expulsion from the church." Victor's face quickly changed and became an identical face to Phil Gray. The two stood face to face, as if looking in the mirror.

The four sisters had never expected that their trusted friend was actually the one who caused them to disappear. Their expressions were extremely complicated. The eldest sister pleaded, "We know we were wrong and have handed over the map. You two seem to be acquaintances. Can you let our sisters come back?"

Victor sneered, "It depends on whether you can find them. They are somewhere in this underwater city. Go find them. If you don't find them before the treasure is opened, then it's fine for the four of you to live alone, right?"

The four sisters looked panicked and quickly looked around.

Phil Gray and Victor were the only ones left here, of course, except for the cat who was watching the show.

"What exactly do you want to do? From impersonating me to defrauding people, to the crown of the Pope of Destiny, and now to changing your face to one that looks exactly like mine, what is your plan?" Phil Gray asked the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

"What do you mean by your identity? What do you mean by your face? Whose face is this? Do you dare to say it again?" A sarcastic smile hung on Victor's lips.

Phil Gray's pupils shrank. "It seems that you do know. When was it? Was it on the boat?"

Victor stared at him, as if he was looking through him at the original Pope of Destiny. "You are so different from him, not at all. It is impossible for him not to know me, and it is impossible for him to look at me like that. The first time I saw you, I knew you were not him."

"So what do you want?"

"What do I want? Hahaha, what can I do? I don't know whether to be happy or sad for him. Can you imagine? A person who has never been favored by the gods, one day became the favored one of three gods! The more dazzling you are, the more you are favored by the gods, the more sad I am for him!

"I know that he has lived in the Cathedral of Destiny since he was five years old, praying to God every day. Every day before God's coming, he would pick the freshest flowers of destiny and give them to God in the early morning. He knows the book of destiny by heart and keeps the ideas of all the previous popes in mind. However, in all these years, God has not even glanced at him for a moment!"

Victor shook his head again and smiled bitterly, "Perhaps I should be happy for him. If he knew that he is not only the one favored by the God of Destiny, but also the one favored by the other two gods, how happy he would be."

Phil Gray's heart was shaken. He suddenly really wanted to understand the original owner and wanted to know his past. Thinking of this, he concentrated the power of destiny in his eyes and looked at Victor.

The river of fate began to flow slowly. He quickly moved the pointer forward, and the scene of Victor's childhood appeared before his eyes.

As if knowing what Phil Gray was doing, Victor allowed him to use the Eye of Destiny and also fell into that unforgettable memory.

……

Victor's mother was the second daughter of the Grey family. She was very intelligent, had a very strong character, and had courage that was no less than that of men.

She had been favored by the God of Destiny since she was twelve years old. At the same time, she secretly made up her mind to become another memorable female pope in the history of the God of Destiny. Unfortunately, her wish did not fulfill her. She failed to become the Pope and left angrily on the day of her brother Darcy's coronation.

But she did not give up her obsession with the position of Pope. After having her son Victor, she almost became perverted and took him to various churches of destiny when he was two years old, chanting various theories and hymns of destiny in his ears.

She placed her obsession of becoming the Pope on her child, gave the child the surname Gray, and brainwashed the child every moment: "You will be the next Pope of Destiny! You must hold yourself to the Pope's standards! You will definitely become the Pope..."

At the age of eight, Victor was sent to the headquarters of the Church of Destiny as an orphan from a remote village. In order to give the church a surprise and reveal his identity at the time of his coronation, his mother changed his last name to Langdon, which was the last name of his father whom he had never met.

At that time, he was already a listener-level favoree, and amid the exclamations of the high-ranking members of the Fate Clan, he entered the church academy to study.

That's also where he and Phil Gray met.

Due to his mother's oppression, Victor never had any playmates of the same age. He sat gloomily against the wall of the academy every day, reading those books on fate that were bigger than his head. His belief in fate came entirely from the indoctrination of those books and from his mother's incessant whispers since he was a child.

But he found people who were truly devoted to fate.

It was a little boy with blue eyes and gray hair, about the same age as him, and his appearance gave him a very familiar feeling.

In the afternoon sun, the little boy placed a wooden statue of the god of fate among a bunch of flowers of fate, and then said in a childish voice: "I'm sorry, my god, I forgot to give you flowers yesterday. I'll give you twice as much today, okay?"

Then the boy sat cross-legged and began to meditate and pray devoutly.

Victor did not pay undue attention to him, and never thought of taking the initiative to make friends with people. He came here with a purpose, and without becoming the Pope of Destiny, he could not be distracted to do anything else.

But he was always impressed by the boy's deep faith.

Until late one night, just after he had a secret meeting with his mother, he heard hurried footsteps and sobbing in the courtyard of the college.

He pushed the door open and walked out, and saw the little boy bending over and looking for something on the ground.

"What's missing?"

He didn't expect that he would ask this question so easily. Normally, he would never take the initiative to talk to others.

Before he could feel upset, the little boy looked at him with his blue eyes and said aggrievedly: "Victor, I lost the statue of God! What should I do?"

Victor was shocked. He didn't expect that the little boy knew his name.

Later he realized that there were really no people as stupid as him who didn't even know the names of his classmates. Not everyone paid a little attention to the people around them.

Victor just lowered his eyes, stretched out a finger and drew in the air, and then a silver-white thread spread from the top of the little boy's head to the distance.

"Follow me, I'll show you the statue."

"Wow! Victor, you're awesome!"