I Became a Pope With a System Window

The chosen one blessed by divine light. The holy leader who unites kingdoms and vanquishes evil. The sacred figure all darkness trembles before. That is what a Pope should be.



But me?



As someone thrust into papal robes with a mysterious system window glowing before my eyes, I had one clear thought.



"Finally," I whispered, gripping the Scythe of Judgement.



Did I just inherit the ultimate religious authority? Is this my chance to wield divine power and command respect?



Absolutely.



And that's exactly the problem, because being Pope means every faction wants to control or kill me.



Demon Generals hunt me personally. Political schemes surround my every decision. Ancient prophecies mark me for cosmic battles.



"Perfect," I muttered sarcastically.



"Just what I always wanted—a target painted on my back," I laughed bitterly while dodging another assassination attempt.



Curious why I'm not thrilled about divine power?



I should mention the most crucial detail about papal authority in this world.



The thing is...



Popes don't retire peacefully.



Every previous Pope died violently. If history taught me anything, it's that holy authority comes with a very short life expectancy.



Ideally, I'd like to survive past my first month in office.



Thanks for nothing, mysterious forces that put me here.



Little did I know, survival was just the beginning...