I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Eli was standing leisurely by the window admiring the snow scene.

The black buildings of the Dark Night Parish are covered with layers of white snow, which gives it a unique flavor.

Until he saw a little red spreading on the street outside the window, and looked carefully, he found a person lying there.

This outfit… Eli was a little surprised, “Phil!”

He hurried out the door. Phil Gray was still lying in the snow, his face pale and blood in his eyes.

The skin was red, but it didn't look like it was frozen, but rather like it was burned.

Patrick also came out and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Why is my cousin lying here?"

The two men took Phil Gray back into the house and put more fuel in the fireplace.

"Just now I saw my cousin go down by himself. I thought he was going down to relax. How come it turned out like this in the blink of an eye!" Patrick was a little annoyed. "I'll go ask the Son of God what he did to my cousin?"

Before that, they caught up on some sleep in the house while Phil Gray went to talk to the Son about George.

"Wait... look!"

Eli was about to feed Phil Gray the white petals.

A faint white light appeared on Phil Gray's body on the bed. It was the power of the God of Destiny that Patrick was familiar with. His red skin quickly returned to its original appearance.

They looked at each other, not knowing what had just happened.

Eli tentatively used his divine power to check Phil Gray's body and found that his vitality was even stronger than before.

He smiled with relief, and just as he was about to say that nothing was wrong, he saw the golden light appearing on Phil Gray's body again.

"What's going on?" Eli was completely confused.

I didn’t know what was happening in the outside world, nor did I know when I returned from the snow to my bed in the hotel.

Until his consciousness slowly returned, Phil Gray was still surprised to hear the voice of the God of Destiny. That was His evaluation of his actions, not the voice of admonitions and bestowing skills that any follower could hear.

The former represents the true will of God, while the latter is more like a system that has already been set up.

Does this mean that the God of Fate has been watching them? Then why did the God refuse to come to the world of Weir?

Is it because he doesn't want to and is unwilling, or is it because he is unable to do so, just like the Son of the Night?

Even while still in a coma, Phil Gray was troubled by many mysteries.

His body suddenly became warm again, and he heard the voice of the Day Prophet, "You already know the truth about the sun, go and spread the fire of the sun!"

Both his soul and body were instantly revived, and he could feel the golden divine power flowing into his body and merging with the previous divine power.

There was still no conflict. The gold, gray, and white blended together and slowly calmed down. He now looked like an ordinary person.

However, both physical fitness and divine power reserves have been significantly improved.

After he became a person favored by God, he also discussed issues related to divine power with Patrick.

If the divine power gained from listening is 1 unit, praying is 10, paying attention is 100, divine revelation is , divine descent is , then the Shinto that transcends the realm of mortals is million, quasi-god is million, and the gods are infinite.

The amount of divine power they consume each time they use a skill depends on the quality of the skill, the duration, the target, etc.

He is now a second-level favored of the God of Destiny, a first-level favored of the God of Death, and a first-level favored of the Day Prophet, which adds up to 12 units of divine power. With four skills, he definitely surpasses 99.9% of the favored of the same level.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This smile was quickly caught by Patrick.

"Cousin, are you awake? What happened to you?"

Hearing his anxious voice, Phil Gray opened his eyes.

"I'm fine, but I have to believe in one more god." Phil Gray sat up, feeling full of strength. The punishment he received for using his skills to spy on the gods had just been eliminated by the God of Destiny.

I sincerely thank the God of Destiny!

"Are you going to believe in the Day Prophet again?" A look of surprise appeared on Eli's face. When he thought about the fact that the person in front of him was the Pope of the Church of Destiny, he found it even more incredible.

"Yes."

Phil Gray showed his wrist. "That saint told me that as long as I become a follower of the Daytime Prophet, this mark can be removed. Their elders who have been demoted from God are coming soon. If we don't remove the mark quickly, we will be forced to flee again."

"But..." Patrick pointed at his wrist.

"what happened?"

"The mark is still there!"

Phil Gray was stunned for a moment, and saw that the sun mark on his wrist was still there. His eyes even became darker, leaning towards golden red, and there were more flame-shaped patterns around it.

It looks very much like the eye on the statue of the Day Prophet.

"He wouldn't lie to you!" Patrick was a little angry and rolled up his sleeves to go find Vincent.

Phil Gray also frowned. Shouldn't this mark disappear?

He also got out of bed, and the three of them went to Vincent's room.

If Ernest were here, he would probably go along as well, perhaps with a sword, but he is currently tasked with monitoring George and Port Lunci, so he is not here.

"Didn't you say that becoming a follower of the Day Prophet would remove the mark?"

Phil Gray asked first after Vincent opened the door.

"Yes, what happened? Have you become His favored one?"

Vincent looked at him, but the person in front of him was still an ordinary person, without the familiar divine power.

Phil Gray raised his hand and pointed at the table in Vincent's room, and the tablecloth instantly caught fire.

And at this moment, Vincent indeed felt the fluctuation of divine power that originated from him.

“You, you actually became one of God’s chosen ones!” Vincent’s eyes were full of disbelief.

In less than a day, from listening to the words of God to completing the words and gaining skills, this is simply impossible!

As the Holy Son of the Dawn Cult, he had met many people who were favored by the gods, but it took them at least three days to reach the listening level, and that was due to various coincidences.

But now, I have met someone like Phil Gray.

"Yes, this is a skill bestowed by the Day Prophet - burning. But my current view of it is that it is just a portable fire-starting tool." Phil Gray pointed to the mark on his wrist again, "So why does it still exist?"

Vincent was still in shock until he saw the mark on Phil Gray's wrist.

"This is impossible!"

He grabbed Phil Gray's wrist and stared at the mark, as if he saw something even more unbelievable.

"Let go!" Patrick grabbed Vincent's collar to prevent him from getting close to Phil Gray.

"What's wrong? Why are you still here?" Phil Gray asked again.

Vincent looked into the icy blue eyes of the man in front of him, "This is not the sun mark that was used to track the person who destroyed the body before, but the mark of the gods."

"What?" Several people looked at him in surprise.

“I know it very well because it is because of this mark on my body that I was identified as the Son of the Dawn Cult.” Vincent said slowly.