7

n my way to the spiritual city, I took considerable time to admire the vibrant landscape. As a realm of fantasy, nature here teemed with life and vivid colors. The trees boasted dense canopies adorned with leaves that shimmered under the sun, while flowers blanketed the fields in an infinite spectrum of hues. This striking beauty prompted me to reflect on Earth, where decay due to rampant pollution had begun to cast a pall over the planet. Each step I took was a poignant reminder of the preciousness of this enchanting world.

Although my mind was often occupied by thoughts of introducing modern technology to this place, I resolved to proceed with caution. I was determined not to bring anything that could tarnish the environment. Any advancements would have to be judiciously implemented to avoid deploying advanced weaponry capable of catastrophic consequences, thus safeguarding the peaceful existence of its inhabitants.

As the carriage neared the spiritual city, home to the Hall of Souls, I was left utterly astonished. The city appeared as a dream materialized—a magnificent sight with imposing white walls intricately adorned in delicate gold details. The main gate was a towering masterpiece, portraying golden angelic wings that radiated an ethereal aura. The sunlight accentuated the golden embellishments, creating a truly breathtaking spectacle.

Guardians clad in gleaming armor, akin to figures from a fantasy tale, stood vigil at the entrance. Their impeccable postures exuded discipline, respect, and reverence. The way their armor reflected the light seemed a testament to the very essence of the city they protected.

Upon the carriage's stop, a man awaited my arrival. Approaching with assured steps and a courteous smile, he bowed slightly as he greeted me: "You must be the young Yang Kai?"

I responded without hesitation, "Yes, sir. It is an honor to meet you and to have the chance to enter the sacred city of the masters of souls. This place is absolutely magnificent."

He returned my enthusiasm with a polite smile, stating, "Indeed, this is the sacred land for all masters of souls. Without the Hall of Souls, we, the civilian masters, would never have the opportunity to grow and seize the chances it provides. You are most welcome here."

I soon learned that this cultured gentleman would serve as my designated guide. He elaborated with gusto: "His Majesty, the Pope, has requested me to accompany you around the city. Please, follow me. I will take you to rest from your journey. Tomorrow morning, His Majesty wishes to meet you in person."

"I appreciate your assistance, sir. I hope I am not being a bother," I replied, striving to sound cordial. He responded with a slight smile, "Not at all. It is an honor to fulfill the Pope's orders."

The remainder of the day was spent exploring the city under the keen guidance of my companion, who appeared as enamored by the place as an artist with his craft. We traversed numerous points of interest, from grand marble-paved plazas reflecting the sky to bustling markets filled with exotic delicacies. Every corner of the city narrated a story, and my guide was eager to share them, emphasizing the Hall of Souls' vital role in civilian life.

During our excursion, I savored delightful foods made from local ingredients unique to this world. My guide passionately reiterated the Hall of Souls' accomplishments, illustrating how it stood apart from empires that exploited and oppressed the people—something the Hall would never permit. He seemed dedicated to solidifying the Hall's image as the most favorable organization on the continent—a notion I found myself endorsing wholeheartedly. I expressed genuine interest in their work, praising the vision they upheld.

Night fell swiftly, and I found myself lodged in a luxurious five-star hotel. The room combined comfort with sophistication, featuring a large, soft bed and a breathtaking view of the city illuminated by magical lamps.

The following day, I awoke early and enjoyed a splendid breakfast filled with fresh fruits and freshly baked bread. My guide arrived to escort me to my meeting with the Pope. I could not conceal my anxiety—after all, I was to stand before such an esteemed and revered figure. I had heard of the Pope's remarkable presence, and this only added to the gravity of the moment.

Despite being only eight years and seven months old, meeting the Pope filled me with both excitement and trepidation. I hoped that this encounter would furnish me with the resources needed to realize my ambitions within the system.

After waiting approximately thirty minutes outside the main hall, I was finally summoned. Upon entering, I was utterly captivated. Bibi Dong, the Pope, was a woman of almost divine beauty. In an instant, I felt my cheeks flush, and I struggled to avert my gaze. Sensing my reaction, I forced myself to lower my eyes and executed a respectful bow.

"It is a pleasure to have the opportunity