This is a man's story.

He was born in a remote mountain village in the Rocard Empire. Although his hometown is poor, he is self-sufficient, and he is accompanied by a little girl who is a childhood sweetheart, so for him, there is nothing to be dissatisfied with reality. However, this comfortable life without fighting with the world came to an end when the man was 14 years old.

On that day, a group of robbers stormed the village, burned, killed, and plundered. He happened to be in town that day on an errand, so he was lucky enough to escape. By the time he returned to the village, the food had been robbed, the house had been burned, the men had been exterminated, and the women, including his childhood sweetheart, had been taken captive. The young man endured his grief, hoping that the empire would administer justice for them, or at least save his kidnapped childhood sweetheart, but the truth was cruel.

Perhaps because the village was too small, too poor, and too remote, the lord felt that there was no need to pursue it further, and arbitrarily felt that all the girls who had been taken away had been killed, so there was no symbolic rescue operation. The young man did not give up hope, he knelt outside the lord's mansion for three days and three nights, without eating or drinking, and begged the lord to send troops to save people. His unrelenting persistence annoyed the lord, and in exchange for a beating with a stick.

The violence lasted for more than 20 minutes, and the soldiers did not stop until they were tired.

The boy who had fainted in pain was carried by the soldiers of the lord's palace to a remote slum and thrown away, until a heavy rain woke him up. The young man, drenched in blood and with his feet broken, crawled with difficulty in the dirty mud, he lost his dignity as a human being, he was not even as good as a beggar, in order to survive, he robbed with wild dogs for food, and the wounds on his body were infected with diseases and turned into poisonous sores, depriving him of his life little by little. But it wasn't hunger, sickness, or pain that really tormented him, it was despair.

"Why? This is not fair! This is not fair!" the young man cried out as he leaned against a tree stump and pointed to the sky, "What kind of bullshit and all-knowing and all-powerful god are you? What have we done wrong? Why should we be punished like this? Why! You are nothing more than a liar who deceives the world and steals your name!"

"Son, please don't say that. God sees a qiē in heaven and hears your voice. If you think this is an injustice to you, it is also a test that God in the light has given you to cleanse you from sin. A kind voice sounded behind him.

The boy turned his head and was about to get angry, but he saw an old man in a black priest's robe with a cross hanging from him, holding a book in his hand, standing behind him. The old man emitted a soft burst of holy light, shining on the young man's body, making his body no longer feel pain, and the pent-up resentment seemed to gradually dissipate, and he could no longer get angry.

Then, the boy was taken back to the local church by the old man, and he was cured of his sickness and lame legs, which was also his first contact with the Holy Light Cult and the God of Light. From that moment on, the boy's fate was reversed.

In the years that followed, the boy converted to the Holy Light Cult, where he learned culture, magic, theology, and human behavior, starting with the most basic probationary priests, and never gave up on inquiring about the whereabouts of his childhood sweetheart and the robbers who had bloodied his homeland.

Ten years later, his efforts finally paid off.

At the age of 24, he was in the prime of his life, and in this year he became a well-known bishop of the local Church, and the results of years of investigation were also obtained. The bloodshed of the village and the refusal of the lord to send troops are not unrelated. In fact, the backstage of those robbers was the lord himself, who had slaughtered dozens of people in the village just to encroach on the village's land and build a gorgeous garden for himself.

This young man, no, it should be said that he is a young man, after he saw the investigation report, he was so excited that he couldn't calm down for a long time, and his hand holding the cross was soaked with blood, and he wanted to take revenge himself, but the "Holy Book" on the desk calmed him down. At that time, the young man was still very honest and did not dare to cross the thunder pond by half a step, so he reported the matter to the bishop of the imperial diocese according to the regular means, and then reported it to the emperor through the church. When the emperor found out, he was furious, and raided the lord's house, and wiped out the robbers of the year.

The young man did not find his childhood sweetheart in the robber's den, and through the interrogation of those robbers, he learned that the women who were snatched back by those robbers, after playing with them for more than a month, most of the women died because they could not bear the trampling, and the few who survived were also sold to the Fengyue place. It was a bolt from the blue for the young man, who didn't know whether to pray to the God of Light to keep the girl alive or dead. Eventually, the young man found the girl in a brothel based on the robber's confession.

At this time, she is no longer the childhood sweetheart she is familiar with, and the years of abuse and ravages have greatly disabled her body and mind, but under the strong desire to see her loved one again, she survived. Now that her wish had been granted, the girl stabbed herself in the heart with a dagger and died contentedly in her lover's arms.

However, another piece of bad news reached the young bishop's ears.

Although the lord was taken to the imperial capital for trial, he used his family influence, network and money to get through the upper and lower connections, found a substitute for the dead to help him carry all the crimes, and he was acquitted in court. As the lord walked on his way back, vowing to find out the guy who had reported him behind his back, a young priest came to the inn where he was staying in the middle of the night.

Ten years later, the lord could no longer remember the boy who had his legs broken. The young priest told him that he knew who had gone to report the lord. The lord was stunned for a moment, and then discussed with the young man alone in the room, and the young man took out the dagger that the girl had planted herself, and stabbed it into the lord's heart without hesitation. Then the young man tricked the lord's two retinues into the room one by one and dealt with them.

Under the moonlight, no one knew about the murder. When the young man came to the river in a blood-stained priest's robe and with a strong smell of blood, he looked at his reflection in the moon, blank and brooding. This was his first killing, and unfortunately, justice must be extended by sin. He gradually realized that in this dirty world, the so-called morality and justice are nothing but self-deception, and only by holding power can he protect himself and his loved ones.

If I had power, the village would not have been slaughtered, if I had power, she would not have ended up like this, if I had power, the lord would not remain at large after doing evil, if I had power......

In the days that followed, young people became more and more obsessed with power. Power struggles are not confined to secular society, they are also in the Holy Church, and they are as cruel and complex as they are in the ordinary secular state. Young people have risen and fallen several times in the whirlpool of power, and in the power struggles of life and death, open and secret battles, they have stammered, betrayed, formed alliances, betrayed, framed, slandered, assassinated, won people's hearts, and stabbed in the back...... The young man learned a lot, and he learned quickly, and he survived the most difficult setbacks and depressions, and finally ushered in his own spring.

It took him ten years to go from trainee to bishop of the regional church, six years to go from bishop of the region to bishop of the Rocard Empire, four years to squeeze into the central church and become a deacon of the College of Cardinals, and two years to become a deacon of the College of Cardinals. He became a rising star on the island of St. Pope, and he was valued by his predecessors, and he was given a small corner of his own on the political map of the papal dominions. The closer he got to the center of power, the more dark side he came into contact with the Holy Court, and the more ecstatic he became, because only such a dark side could make him more comfortable in water.

As the power in his hands grew, so did his ambitions. For him, who has great ambitions, how can he be willing to be a priest under the cardinal? The high papal throne is the goal he wants to pursue.

Of course, on the step by step ladder to the altar, it is not without accidents. In the second year of becoming a priest of the College of Cardinals, this young man, nay, this man was commissioned by the Pope of that year to go to his homeland of the Rocard Empire to give a sermon. During his travels through the empire, he meets a woman who has been bullied, and he saves her, but when he sees her face, he is stunned by her appearance.

It's not that this woman is so beautiful, but that she looks too much like the dead childhood sweetheart. If it weren't for the fact that the girl had died in his arms, he would have thought he had met the same person. Although it is not the same person, it is the same appearance, which makes the feelings that have been sealed in the dust for a long time awaken again. That night, like a demon, he actually indulged himself in being dominated by feelings and **, completely forgetting that he was a priest of the Cardinals, and had something that should not have happened with the woman.

The Church of Light does not object to the marriage of its citizens, but the clergy of the Sentiny must be clean and innocent, and cannot marry or have children, otherwise they will be expelled from the Cardinals, let alone the next pope. After that night's confusion, the man was stunned, glad that no third person had discovered what had happened last night, and at the same time wondering what to do with this hot mountain.

Perhaps the man still had a trace of conscience in his heart, or maybe the woman's appearance saved her life, and instead of killing the woman as usual, he gave her a large fortune, placed her in a small town, but was not allowed to leave, and arranged for his henchman, Viscount McMahon of the Rocard Empire, to monitor her every move. Ten months later, the woman gave birth to a baby boy and died of blood loss in childbirth. The man secretly returned to the town, where he collected the woman's body and gave the baby boy, his own flesh and blood, to the childless McMahons to raise.

After returning to the Central Church, the man forgot about the episode for a while and continued to devote himself to the murderous political struggle. Seven years later, the previous pope died. Although the Pope is elected by the Council of Cardinals, everyone knows that the so-called election is nothing more than a dangling. This man was successfully elected as the next pope in the midst of "all expectations".

Wearing a silver mask, donning a white robe, holding the papal scepter, and making a covenant of oracles, the Cult of Light has entered the age of Pope Frio I!

However, there was one thing he had to settle with, and that was that the only ones who knew about it, Viscount McMahon, and although they had always been loyal to him, could not guarantee that they would not betray him in the future and reveal the secret that threatened his papal position. So Frio I secretly sent someone to kill McMahon, and then took his own flesh, the boy who had been raised to 8 years old, Pathenin, to St. Pope's Island, where he was deliberately cultivated as a paladin from an early age, and would eventually inherit the papal throne from his father......

Pope Frio I looks back on his life.

The scenes of the past passed by like a horse watching flowers, and finally broke like a mirror, and only the letter written by the deceased son in his hand made him feel real.

"Alright, His Majesty the Pope, now for the final step of the ceremony of removing the pope, to break your oracle contract. St. Angel, the Holy Maiden of Glow reminded the sad and fallen Pope that although she could enforce the termination of the oracle without the Pope's consent, since the other party was Paternin's father, he should also be respected.

Freio I didn't reply, he looked around the coffin, then closed his eyes and nodded silently. When he first came into contact with this "angelization plan" that lasted for thousands of years, he was so shocked and excited, and the first thought that came to his mind at that time was that if he could become an angel, that childhood sweetheart girl could be resurrected, and everyone in the village could be resurrected! This also made him even more determined to snatch the papal throne.

Now, he realizes that he is just a dream, and this so-called "angelization plan" is nothing more than a false dream that has lasted for more than a thousand years. Since it is a dream, there is always a moment to wake up.

The staff of the priesthood glowed softly, and then the light coalesced into a transparent angelic illusion, and the angel raised a spear aimed at the Pope's back, only to stab the spear down, ending the oracle contract that represented the Pope's connection to God in the light......

"Whoosh", "Whoosh"!

Two stabbing swords suddenly flew out of the dark corner, and swooped down on St. Angel and the Pope respectively. St. Angel was taken aback and quickly dodged, but unfortunately she was still a step too slow, and the sword pierced into her wrist, and the staff of the priesthood fell to the ground with a "clatter", and the illusion of the angel disappeared in an instant, but the Pope was not so lucky, he was pierced from behind by the sword in a scream.

"Useless waste. You renounced the status of the pope, and that would confuse me. A familiar sneer came from the corner