I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"What's wrong?" Vincent asked.

Phil Gray came back to his senses and raised his lips, "Nothing, I'm leaving first. Maybe tomorrow I will be a member of your Dawn Divine Church."

Vincent didn't answer and closed his eyes, obviously not believing Phil Gray.

As the snow fell outside, Phil Gray lit the lamp and placed the statue of the Day Prophet on the table.

The holy book that Vincent gave was called "The Day's True Knowledge", and it was filled with poems praising the Day Prophet, praising His kindness for warming the world with sunshine, and praising His bravery for driving away the dead with fire.

But after reading it, Phil Gray didn't feel anything.

Is he really not suitable to be the favored one of the Daytime Prophet?

That's right, he is the one favored by the God of Death, and these two gods are said to be in opposition.

But he still didn't want to give up, and took out the previous "Anecdotes of Gods" and wanted to learn more about the Daytime Prophet.

This book gives more information about the Day Prophet. It says that the Day Prophet is an old man, but he has only one eye, which is consistent with the statue.

His eye is located in the middle and emits a strong light. People call it the sun. When the prophet opens his eyes during the day, the sun rises, and when he closes his eyes, the sun sets.

Phil Gray felt it was ridiculous to read this. Isn't the sun a star? In this world, it has become the eye of God!

Since he came to the world of Weir, although he had witnessed the magical powers of various gods' favored ones and heard various legends of gods, he still felt that at least in the human world, the alternation of day and night, astronomy and geography, were not much different from those on Earth. He did not expect that now his imagination would be directly overturned.

Is the sun really His eyes?

Phil Gray stared at the statue. There were some flame-like lines around his big eyes. Although he was an old man who looked like a prophet of the day, his body was full of powerful muscles.

He touched the eyes of the statue.

"Day Prophet, is the sun really your eyes? Huh, do you know? In my understanding, the sun is a star. It is mainly composed of hydrogen and helium elements. It relies on internal nuclear fusion to emit huge energy, light and heat..."

He chattered to the statue about his previous astronomical knowledge, as if he had returned to the world he missed.

But he knew clearly that he was now in the Weir world ruled by gods.

He sighed and found his own behavior funny again. He was actually explaining the scientific knowledge of his previous life to the statue of god in this world.

If the gods could hear it, they would never allow him to become their favored one, and they might even think that he was blaspheming.

Just as he thought of this, he suddenly felt that the eyes of the statue under his hand were a little hot.

I placed the statue on the table, and sure enough, the eye was glowing.

"Is the god coming to condemn me?"

Phil Gray stared at the statue.

Suddenly, an old man's voice rang in my ears, "No, no, what star? The sun is clearly my eyes!"

Phil Gray was shocked. Was this the voice of the Day Prophet?

The voice carries the unique divinity of God, as if it is in the ear, in the mind, or at the soul level.

"Go, the sun in every world is different, listen to the truth about the sun in the Weir world!"

Excitement surged in his heart; he really heard the words of the daytime prophet!

That’s great, but to listen to the truth about the sun, is the difficulty of this thing going to let him go to heaven?

He rubbed his aching head.

Unless he saw the truth about the sun with his own eyes, even if he had read a hundred books of "Spiritual Anecdotes" and heard countless legends, he, who had knowledge of the earth, would always have some doubts about the sun.

How can we know the truth about the sun then?

He fell into deep thought until he suddenly remembered his skill - "Eye of Destiny".

Before, he used the Eye of Destiny on people, but don’t objects have destiny?

The same piece of stone can be carved by a master and become a masterpiece admired by thousands of people, while some can only be used as a press stone for the neighbor aunt to pickle vegetables.

Don't they also have their own destiny?

What better way is there to see the truth than using the Eyes of Destiny?

However, using skills towards the sun is a bit too suicidal.

Ahem, if my life is really in danger, will I be able to take the opportunity to hear the words of the God of Death?

Phil Gray was a little hesitant, but he felt that this was the simplest, most convenient and effective way. If he used other methods, listened to other people's introductions, or read relevant records, he would not be convinced.

With his mind made up, he walked out onto the street.

The snow had fallen heavily and there were almost no people on the streets. He walked by, leaving behind a trail of footprints.

Fortunately, this was "sun snow". Along with the falling snowflakes, he could still see the warm sunshine, which seemed milder than usual.

Phil Gray took a deep breath and drew a flower shape of destiny on the snow under his feet. "Great God of Destiny, this is my first time begging you. I hope you can protect me!"

Then the divine power slowly flowed to his eyes. He cast his gaze towards the sun in the sky and said aloud, "Eye of Destiny!"

The sunlight became dazzling.

Instead of seeing the long river of destiny as before, the sun became huge in his eyes, burning with raging flames and releasing blinding light.

What exactly is it like?

His eyes were sore.

At this moment, the sun in front of him revealed its true form. It was a huge eye, a cold and ruthless eye!

It turns out that the sun in the Weir world is really an eye of God!

Phil Gray's spirit was shocked. After the giant eye looked at him from thousands of miles away, across the kingdom of God and the human world, his eyes finally couldn't bear it and blood oozed out.

His eyes felt like they were burned by fire and he closed them in agony. The pain spread throughout his body and blood involuntarily flowed from his mouth. He fell to the ground in the snow.

The snow around turned red.

This is a big deal! Phil Gray smiled bitterly. Even so, he still tried to concentrate and listen to whether there were any words from the God of Death.

However, his consciousness was swallowed by darkness, and at the moment when he was about to fall asleep, he did hear a voice, but it was not the voice of the God of Death, but the voice of the God of Destiny, whom he had just heard not long ago.

Accompanied by a divine sigh, "How bold you are!"