I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

The scene in front of me began to become clear, and the breeze blew across my face, giving me a cool feeling.

Phil Gray then realized that he was standing on the mountainside. He turned around and saw that the others were there.

"Where is this?" Mrs. Dean's voice came from behind.

"It doesn't seem to be the wilderness outside the city of Dur. Look, there is no trace of snow here." Phil Gray pointed around.

According to the temperature in their area, and the different environments in the wilderness and the city, it would take at least ten days for the snow to completely melt, and here there was no trace of snow even in the shade facing away from the sun.

It was like the heavy snow a few days ago had never happened.

"Have we been teleported to some other place?" Patrick asked.

"It's also possible that we have entered an independent space." Eli pulled out a withered grass from the ground. "The plants here are no different from those in Dur City."

"That may not have been transmitted very far," said Mr. Allen.

"No," the leader shook his head, "This is an independent space, which should have been created by the God of Time and Space."

"You guys come with me."

"The space created by the God of Time and Space?" Dwyer muttered to himself.

The leader walked towards the top of the mountain and they followed him up.

After a slightly difficult climb, they finally reached the top of the mountain.

Looking from the top of the mountain, the entire area seemed to be mountainous, with two high mountains on the north and south sides. They were on the northern peak, with a valley in the middle, and looking further away, there was only a vague ripple-like boundary. In the real world, they could clearly see scenes farther away.

"How did we get into this space?" Mr. Allen wiped the sweat off his forehead and asked breathlessly.

Phil Gray told them how he had placed the Flower of Destiny in the groove.

"There seems to be a small town in the valley!" Patrick looked down and found a group of houses and buildings near a group of farmlands, densely packed together, as well as roads. Of course, from the perspective of the top of the mountain, they looked particularly small, but fortunately his eyesight was pretty good.

"Maybe this is the real ruins." The leader looked a little excited and ran towards the valley first.

Mrs. Dean, who had just caught up, sat down on the ground tiredly. "Climbing the mountain is so tiring. God of Life, please give me strength."

"Try to use your divine power, it should help relieve the symptoms." Mr. Allen helped her up.

A group of people followed the leader's steps and walked along the mountain road.

Until the leader suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Patrick asked.

"Someone called for help."

"what?"

The leader turned a corner and walked diagonally downward, where they could see a huge rock.

"Where is the person?" There was no sign of anyone around the rocks.

Phil Gray heard a regular knocking sound.

"Is there anyone down here?"

"Well, let's try pushing it open," Patrick suggested.

With the combined efforts of several people, they easily pushed the rock away half a meter, revealing a deep pit under the rock.

When the light shone into the pit, a hoarse voice was heard from inside, "Someone is finally here, pull me up quickly."

"There really are people here." Patrick exclaimed.

Then he took out a long rope from the space stone, which looked extremely strong, and let it down.

"Hold the rope!"

Seeing everyone looking at him, he smiled and said, "When you go on an expedition, you always have to bring some useful tools."

The people in the pit climbed up by the rope, and they could see the people inside clearly.

It turned out to be a little boy in his teens, skinny, with short brown hair and cloudy eyes.

"Poor thing!" Mrs. Dean tried to brush the dirt off him, but the boy pushed her away.

"Don't touch me!" The boy looked at them and showed a grateful expression, "Thank you for saving me. I've been down there for almost three days. If I don't come out, I might die."

As he spoke, the little boy touched his belly.

"Is there anything to eat? I'm so hungry."

"Here." Patrick handed over a chicken drumstick.

After he wolfed down the food, Patrick brought him a glass of water.

"Young man, how did you do that?" The little boy finished drinking the water and then looked at Patrick with curiosity.

"You're not polite. You should call me big brother."

"Huh? Are you out of your mind?" The little boy looked at him with disgust.

"How can you talk like that!" Patrick patted his head. "Can you still walk? Let me hold you." As he said that, he picked up the little boy.

Seeing that he had rescued the people, the leader did not stop and continued to move forward.

"Are you from the town ahead?" Patrick asked.

"Of course, where else could we be from except the town ahead? Wait, you look unfamiliar. I haven't seen you in all these years. You are outsiders!" The little boy struggled and jumped out of Patrick's arms.

"You are still young, it's normal that you haven't seen us." Patrick said.

"What are you talking about? Come and talk to me with someone in his right mind. You are in your forties or fifties and still talking nonsense." The little boy glared at him.

"Wait, oh, God of Destiny, look carefully, I'm at most 20 years old, how come I'm 40 or 50 in your mouth!" Patrick picked him up again.

"Stop messing around, hurry up, or you'll fall behind the team."

"You are definitely outsiders. I have seen everyone in Pop Town in the past nearly seventy years. You are definitely not residents of the town." The little boy continued.

"How on earth did you get in?!"

His words finally made everyone who were rushing on their way stop.

"What did you say the name of the town was?" asked Phil Gray.

The little boy was put down. He looked at everyone and said slowly, "Pope Town. How did you outsiders get in?"

"Duke Pope, what does this town have to do with the believer who recorded the coming of God?" Phil Gray said to himself.

"Have you never had outsiders coming in here?" Dwyer asked.

"Little kid, don't interrupt when adults are talking. Go play somewhere else." The little boy pointed at the dead tree next to him.

"Hey? How did I become a child?" Dwyer was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

“Everyone in our town has climbed over the mountains and touched that border with their own hands. Although we were born, grew up, and died here, we know there may be another world outside. It’s just that we can’t get out, and they can’t get in.” The little boy’s eyes flashed with confusion. “As time goes by, more and more people question the existence of the outside world. Young people born now are almost no longer curious about the outside world. We will eventually accept the fate of staying here forever.”

"Perhaps, this is all arranged by the God of Destiny."