I'm a pope in a western fantasy world

“O immortal God of Fate, your people ask for your mercy.” “All to Fate, all to Fate, all to Thy will, may Thou and I have everlasting Fate.” The streets were so bustling, the air was filled with a joyous atmosphere as people came and went with white bouquets of flowers in their hands and white garlands on their heads or wrists as they greeted each other and honored the hymns of praise to the God of Fate. It had been a long time since such a bustle had been seen in this small, isolated city. This was the annual God's Descent Day, and it was said that on this day, the god in charge of destiny, Ansel, would descend to earth to bless His followers, while the Church of Destiny would hold a celebration to welcome the god's arrival. “Tom! You're stealing food again! See if I don't beat you to death!” The woman with a fat body glared viciously at the boy who was stuffing snacks into his clothes and copied her shoes to throw them at the boy. The skinny boy was still busy gathering the snacks on the table in his arms, but his nimble body skillfully avoided the oncoming attack. The dirt-covered shoe instead smashed the remaining fruits and treats on the table along with the plates off the table, breaking them in all directions. “Finished! This is what will be served to His Holiness the Pope later!” The fat woman screamed and looked at the mess on the floor in panic, “You damnable guy, I'm going to drag you to the Knight Commander and put you in jail. Aiya aiya, what can I do about this!” The fat woman somewhat regretted that she had indulged the boy in stealing food a few times before instead of sending him to the Order. The boy pursed his lips and somewhat hesitantly took out the snacks he had just packed from his arms, surprisingly there were still five or six pieces, still looking tempting, just stained with some dust. “Aunt Jennifer, I'm sorry, I didn't know that this was prepared for the Pope, the celebration is about to start, if I can't deliver it on time, I'll be punished, right?” The boy said with some guilt. He knew very well that if it wasn't for being able to steal some food here the previous times, he would have starved to death, he just didn't realize that today's treats were this expensive. The fat woman took these remaining five treats and arranged them on a plate, even though they might have been tainted with impurity, it would be too late to prepare them again, they were made from the flowers of destiny that were collected at midnight, and it would take a day to prepare them again, and according to the custom, the Pope had to eat them before the beginning of the celebration as a sign of his loyalty and purity to the gods. Jennifer blankly glanced at him, “This is the only way to send it over, I hope the God of Destiny won't blame us, and in the future, don't let me see you in the kitchen again!” Then she pointed to the mess on the floor, “Clean all this up, I'm going to deliver refreshments to His Holiness the Pope.” The boy gave her a grateful look, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, and Jennifer was already walking away. Jennifer apprehensively walked towards the palace, but the surface remained calm, at the entrance of the palace stood an old man in white robes, the corners of his clothes were embroidered with golden flowers of fate, representing that this old man was one of the three archbishops of the Holy See. “This is a snack prepared for His Holiness the Pope, in honor of God's peace!” Jennifer said with a smile. The bishop looked at the large exquisite plate with only five small snacks lying alone, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything more, only saying go inside. Entering the palace, it was filled with busy attendants, and sitting right in the center was none other than His Holiness the Pope. At this moment, His Holiness the Pope seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, and Jennifer could see his delicate and young face and the long gray hair that uniquely belonged to the Gray family. This His Holiness the Pope was only 23 years old, yet he had already become the Pope of the Destiny Church for four years. Jennifer carefully set the plate on the table, and this action seemed to wake up His Holiness the Pope, he opened his eyes, his expression was cold and stern, his icy blue eyes looked at her with some trepidation, she hurriedly half-kneeled, “Your Majesty, this is your snack.” The Pope nodded and began to enjoy the snack, she breathed a sigh of relief and excused herself to leave. Jennifer walked briskly on her feet, and the people around her couldn't help but tsk tsk tsk as they watched her walk so nimbly despite her large frame. She thought to herself, having completed her morning's tasks, she would go back and dress up before going happily off to the festivities. At ten in the morning, the celebration started on time, for this city that was in the hands of the Church of Destiny, the annual God's Descent Celebration was of great significance. Pure white and holy destiny petals were sprinkled in the air, and the princes and nobles who participated in the ceremony were standing in reverence, and amidst a cheering crowd, His Holiness the Pope led the crowd of the Church and the ordinary believers to walk in front of the statue of the God of Destiny. Phil Gray was surrounded by the crowd, listening to a voice praising the God of Destiny and praising the Pope, he was a bit flustered inside, flustered because he had no idea how this celebration should be accomplished. He had just crossed over from Earth, and God knows why he had woken up from a nap sitting in a gorgeous palace and had become the Pope of this Church of Destiny, Phil Gray, and the only information he had right now was the name and identity of this body of his and the fact that he was now going to have a Godfall Celebration. Walked to the God of Destiny's statue in front, Phil Gray looked at this statue with more than five meters high, instantly some amazement, I do not know how the sculptor knows the true face of the God of Destiny, will be God's posture and appearance of the carving of the exquisite, even as the true God reproduced general. Ears are continuous hymns of praise, Phil Gray heard the three old men in white behind him shout in unison, “Please His Holiness the Pope respectfully invites the God to descend!” Phil Gray gritted his teeth, he didn't know how to get it at all ah, what should he do, is he going to be found out that he is not the original owner? In extreme panic he suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his stomach, his eyes began to blur, the moment before he fell into unconsciousness he suddenly remembered the black fingerprints on the piece of pastry he had just eaten, dammit, he wouldn't have eaten something dirty and gotten food poisoning! “No good, His Holiness has fainted!” “What's going on?” “Quickly help His Holiness the Pope back.” Along with Phil Gray's collapse, screams rang out all around, and the celebration was instantly noisy. But none of this mattered to Phil Gray anymore, he fell into a deep sleep, he heard a voice calling out his name on Earth, but he had no strength to respond until the voice grew fainter and fainter and fell into nothingness. I don't know how long he slept, but the sound of people talking began to appear in his ears. “This Godfall Celebration is considered a failure, hey, is this all the God of Fate's arrangement?” “Even if the Pope hadn't fainted, it wouldn't have succeeded, if you ask me, the God of Fate has long forgotten about us, it's been how many years since a God Surrender has succeeded, He doesn't even care about us believers anymore.” “Shhh, keep your voice down, are you in contact with those people?” “Which people? Those apostates who claim that fate is in their own hands and not God's? I'm not that stupid, we have to continue living in this city after all, offending the Church won't end well.” “Maybe it's people like them who have annoyed God, and God is ignoring us.” “But there are more and more people like that.” Phil Gray listened quietly as the two servants who spoke seemed to be the two cleaning servants, and although it was clear that they were not speaking the language of Earth, he could clearly understand the meaning. It wasn't until the two servants quieted down that he coughed, pretending he had just woken up, “What's happening to me?” The servant shouted outside in panic, “Lord Weald, His Holiness the Pope has woken up.” The one who came in was a man dressed in black, from the figure it should be a youth, wearing a black patterned mask, but one could see the brown pupils under the mask, his temperament was somewhat cold. Phil Gray was surprised, this was the only person he had seen wearing black clothes in this Destiny Church, the Destiny Theocracy seemed to prefer pure white, just like the color of the Flower of Destiny. “Your Majesty, you are awake.” Weald bent down slightly. “How long have I been unconscious? How did the Divine Descent Ceremony go?” Phil Gray inquired with discretion. “You were unconscious for three days, and the three bishops announced that the Divine Surrender Ceremony had been canceled for the time being. As for the reason for your coma, it had to do with the snack you ate before the Divine Surrender, which contained a strong poison, but a member of the Church of Life who came to attend the ceremony exorcised the toxin for you. The cook of that day is being interrogated by the Church, and according to her account, a boy came into contact with those snacks, but the boy's whereabouts are unknown at this time, and several bishops believe that it may have been done by other churches or apostates.” Weald replied. Phil Gray nodded and asked tentatively again, “Does this poison still affect one's memory, I feel like I can't remember so many things.” Weiland's brown eyes flashed with a trace of surprise, looking up and down at His Holiness the Pope in front of him, the Pope's face was a little pale, his ice blue eyes were no longer the same as the old overbearing and cold look, but filled with confusion. “The poison you have been hit by is a very common toxin from the Epidemic Maker, it does not have the effect of causing amnesia, and logically it should not cause you to lose your memory.” “But I really can't remember, I only remember that I'm the Pope of the Destiny God Cult, as well as the fact that I was presiding over the Divine Surrender Ceremony before I fainted.” Phil Gray rubbed his temples and said somewhat innocently. Wei De was silent for a moment, the corner of his mouth gently raised, looking straight at Phil Gray. “This kind of poisoning resulting in memory loss rarely happens either in the Destiny God Church or in other churches, rather there are some people from the Church of the Dead who will purposely occupy other people's bodies, usually under the pretext of memory loss, did you know that?”