I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Chapter 285: Discovering Yourself

"Why? It can't be like this!"

"The gods will send a messenger to save the fate of this world. In order to welcome the messenger, He needs us to prepare a person of noble blood, devout faith, and honorable status. In order to facilitate the messenger's actions, it would be best if he is the next Pope of Destiny."

"So it was me who harmed Phil?" Victor said with a wry smile.

"No, even if you hadn't killed those two saints, I would still find a way to make Phil the Pope."

"Why? He is your biological son!"

"Because his faith is more devout than yours." Pope Dulcie sighed.

Vic was silent for a long time until he heard the door creak and saw Phil Gray wearing a brand new papal robe.

Phil was smiling at him, looking as if he had known this for a long time.

Victor's eyes flashed, and he grabbed the contract, seeming to tear it into pieces, but was stopped by the Knight Commander's quick eyes and hands, and was knocked unconscious.

Phil looked down at him and said, "Victor, I'm sorry for taking your position as Pope, but an older brother should give in to his younger brother, right? Brother."

He walked directly to the altar, "Father, let's begin. I'm eager to see the gods..."

When Victor woke up, he found that he had been taken to a strange city by his mother and they had left the Church of Destiny.

"At that time, I hated myself every day for giving up my obsession with becoming Pope so easily. If I had become the next Pope directly, Phil would not have to be sacrificed no matter what. But my mother changed. She said she didn't want me to become Pope. She just wanted me to live well. It's really ironic!" There was pain in Victor's eyes.

"I don't dare go back to the Vatican. I heard that Pope Dulce has passed away and took the blame for the murder of the other two saints. Phil has become Pope, but I'm not sure if he is the same Phil I knew at that time. I don't dare see him again."

The river of fate flows slowly, and Victor's mental state seemed a little bad in the following years. The fact that Phil was sacrificed and his obsession with becoming the Pope were intertwined, causing him to suffer mental torture all the time.

It was not until he broke through the divine revelation level and went out to travel and relax that his condition improved. However, he would pretend to be the Pope of Fate from time to time and do some things to tease fate. It was unknown whether he was taking revenge on Phil Gray, smearing the reputation of this messenger of God, or relieving his inner pain.

After reading about Victor and the original owner's experiences, Phil Gray felt a little heavy. He remembered that the last time he asked the God of Destiny about the whereabouts of the original owner, He said that the original owner was dead, died for this world, and died a worthy death.

But how chilling this answer is to someone who truly believes in Him!

He suddenly felt angry for the original owner. He wanted to see the God of Destiny again and ask him if the original owner had really disappeared? Could he still find his trace in the abyss or the wheel of life?

But there may be little hope, because he died at the hands of the gods of the abyss.

"In the four years since you left, he has remained the same. I only came to the Weir Continent on the Day of God's Descent last year." Phil Gray looked directly at Victor in front of him and said slowly:

"I am very grateful to him for allowing me to have a new identity in this alien world, but this does not mean that you need to stand in his position to accuse me, tease me, use this face to try to make me feel guilty, or make me resent the gods. If possible, I will do my best to redeem everything and find a way to bring him back to life. If not, it can only be said that it is fate. I will still do everything I want to do. He gave me a life, so I will make the name of Phil Gray the object of the gods' favor and become the unprecedented Pope in this Weir."

Victor looked at the "Phil Gray" in front of him, and all the emotions he wanted to vent seemed to disappear in an instant. He wiped his face with his hand and returned to his original appearance.

He didn't say anything, but it seemed as if he had said everything. He turned around and swam away, and the tears from the corners of his eyes were swept away by the sea water.

Phil, you would be happy if you could see this.

……

"Dark Night, you should know that I am not the original Phil Gray."

"Yeah, of course." The cat looked at his depressed look and whipped his arm with its tail. "You are you. No matter what body or name you have, it can't cover up your soul."

"If Phil Gray really came back, would you follow him?"

"Tsk, do you think I'm such a casual god?"

"That's right. Actually, I kind of miss my original appearance."

"When you become a god, you can decide what you look like with just a thought."

Phil Gray smiled slightly, "Before that, let me fulfill my promise and let the whole of Weir be shocked by the name of Phil Gray!"

"…I don't know whether to say this or not. What you said sounds quite embarrassing."

"Where we are, this is called Chuunibun!"

"Haha, I'm glad you understand."

"No matter what, I have to ask the God of Destiny first, is there any way to save the original owner?"

Phil Gray closed his eyes and began calling out to the God of Destiny in his heart, hoping that the other party would respond to him. It would be best if he could go to the Kingdom of God again for a face-to-face conversation.

A light flashed in the pupils of the night, and there was only the sound of gurgling water. The surrounding scene became blurred, and the man and the cat unexpectedly arrived at the kingdom of the God of Destiny in an instant.

Phil Gray opened his eyes and was a little surprised. Did the God of Destiny respond to his request so quickly this time?

And why did he drag the night into this as well?

Following the sound of flowing water, he groped his way forward.

Another round of conversation was heard.

Is it possible that there are other people in this kingdom of God?

Soon, he saw the man who was talking to the God of Destiny, no, it should be also a God.

He was wearing a light blue robe, with brown curly hair reaching down to his shoulders, a clear profile, and Ouroboros-shaped earrings on his ears. He exuded a carefree and uninhibited temperament.

Seeing Phil Gray appear with a cat in his arms, the god turned around and was stunned for a moment, "Oh my god, can anyone enter and leave your kingdom freely now?"

Ansiel, who was tied in the air, also seemed surprised: "Why are you here?"

Wasn't it you who brought me into the Kingdom of God? Phil Gray was puzzled for a moment, but then he saw the Dark Night in his arms. Could it be that Dark Night had brought him here?

"God, I came to the kingdom of God to ask you something."

"what's up?"

"Can the original owner of this body of mine be saved? Is his soul still there?"

Ansel was silent, but the Dark Night in his arms spoke instead, "If the gods of the secret abyss are dead, their power can no longer restrict us, then fate or the authority of time and space should be able to pull back those who have disappeared, right?"

"Holy crap, cats can talk!"

"Watong! Open your dog eyes and see who I am!"

Waton, the God of Time and Space, reacted instantly, "You, you are the Son of Night?"

"Hmph, you haven't spent the past thousand years flirting with goddesses? Goddesses from different times and spaces?"

"...No, no, I have often come to see Ansiel in the past hundred years." Waton felt guilty as if he had been exposed. "But you are still alive, which is great."

Kuroyor rolled his eyes and ignored him, but Waton stretched out his claws and tried to stroke the fur on the kitten's back.

Fortunately, Phil Gray dodged it.

Looking at the cold eyes of the man and the cat, Watong finally returned to his carefree and unrestrained appearance.

"If I can destroy Eris Ned, then I can slightly modify his fate and allow him to be reborn," Ansiel said.

"That's great." As long as the original owner was saved, he wouldn't have such a vague feeling of guilt in his heart.

As for the gods of the secret abyss, they must be destroyed.

He breathed a sigh of relief. When the original owner came back, he would give up the position of Pope of Destiny, restore his identity, return to his hometown, or start a new journey in Thisville with a new look.

His mood suddenly became clear and a smile appeared on his face.

Perhaps this life named after Phil Gray is not what he really wants. He actually looks forward to the day when he can be himself again.

"Destroy Him? That's too difficult. We can't even break His restraints right now. Otherwise, you wouldn't have to suffer here." Waton sighed.

"Hmph, in these thousand years, your strength hasn't improved at all. You really are living a dog's life..." Hei Ye added.

"Hey? Don't think I won't hit you just because you're a kid!"

"Alright, alright, all of you be quiet," Ansel hurriedly stopped them. He didn't want his peaceful kingdom to become so noisy. "Phil, you've come just in time. Waton, give him your key to time and space."

"Phil, you call him Phil..." Waton's eyes widened, muttering the name, and then he seemed to react suddenly, "Okay, I'll give it to you right away."

Kuroyoru grumbled in the background, "What a stupid and foolish goddess dog."

Phil Gray took the silver key handed to him by Watton. The key was glowing and contained powerful power of time and space.

"This key is my companion holy object. It can control a part of my time and space laws. You can use it to open the door of space and time, but there are certain restrictions now. When you fight the gods of the secret abyss, you can use it at will only when you have gathered the power of other main gods." Waton explained, and then stared at himself with a more eager look.

"Thank you."

He didn't expect that he could gather the power of the God of Time and Space so easily. Now he has the power of Fate, Death, and Dawn, and Night also agreed to sign a contract with him later. So the only thing he has not obtained is the power of the God of Life.

The rest from God’s power is just icing on the cake; more is nice, but not having it doesn’t matter.

It looks like it won't be long before we can free Ansiel, the god of fate, from his restraints.

"Okay, I'll send you away." As Ansel's voice fell, the man and the cat were covered by the power of fate, and they slowly withdrew from the kingdom of God.

"Why are you in such a hurry to send them away? I want to touch the tail and head of the Son of the Night. Oh my god, I haven't seen Him like this in ten thousand years..."

"Also, I was wondering why you were happier after being tied up for the past hundred years than before, and you didn't even go back to your little river. It turns out..."

"..."

"Why do you have this expression again? Can't you smile at me more?"