My older sister is a villainous rich girl

"And the bigwigs of the Vatican usually stay here."

Then move horizontally to the palace at the very top of the map, which is scribbled over.

"His Holiness the Pope, who is hailed as the most powerful being below God, sits atop the peak, overlooking all living beings."

He urged, "Little Bai, don't you want to meet this Pope, and talk to that so-called God of the World behind him, and discuss business with him in another world? That's a god!"

"No." The dog retracted its paw, its tone calm. "There's absolutely no need."

Why?

"Because the god of the world is dead."

“???” Wayne was completely dumbfounded.

After staring blankly for several seconds, he put the dog down with a serious expression. "Are you serious?"

"Why would I need to lie to you?" the dog said dismissively.

"It is precisely because He is dead that the current Pope can no longer receive the so-called 'divine oracle'," Xiao Bai sneered. "The few emergency spells that He once left for the Vatican to invoke divine intervention are now completely useless."

The sudden revelation left Wayne speechless for a long time.

“But you’ve reminded me. Since you’re so impatient, why not seize the day and go fetch something for me tonight?” The dog seemed to have been waiting for him all along, slapping its paw on the mountaintop palace on the map. “It’s in this ice palace.”

“Hey, hey…” Wayne looked utterly bewildered. “This joke isn’t funny at all.”

I originally wanted to get the dog to do chores for me, but how did I end up being drafted?

This unscientific!

Xiao Bai said, "Aren't you going?"

"Don't go."

If you ask me to go, I'll just go. That would be so embarrassing.

"Look out the window."

Wayne looked up as instructed and saw that the night sky, which had been twinkling with stars, had become dark. Something was vaguely floating in mid-air, and the surrounding space was disturbed, rippling with distorted shapes.

Wayne's eyes widened. "That's?!"

The dog jumped onto the windowsill and said calmly, "If that god hadn't died, the dimensional erosion of this world wouldn't be so severe. Everything is on the verge of destruction, yet His followers are completely oblivious, still fantasizing about God's unparalleled power, dreaming of omnipotence, and scrambling for food on the plate of money and power."

"So I really was saving the world before, and you weren't lying to me?"

Why would I lie to you?

The dog's eyes are pure and innocent; anyone who looks into them would not have the heart to doubt such an adorable dog.

Wayne's expression faltered for a moment, "Yes, you wouldn't lie to me..."

"You wouldn't... I don't believe you for a second!" With a shout, Wayne jumped back two steps and rolled to the other side of the bed, clutching his pillow tightly in a defensive posture. "What did you just do to me?!"

The dog's expression flashed with surprise for a moment, then it laughed.

"Looks like you're quite alert. You're just trying to avoid some trouble. I've always hated pointless arguments."

"One word: are you going or not?" it issued its ultimatum. "If you don't go, I can't guarantee what will happen next. Perhaps this world will never be the same again, and all your great sacrifice of becoming a magical girl will have been for nothing."

Well, the latter is still more unacceptable in comparison.

“What do you want?” Wayne asked through gritted teeth.

"The Holy See's sacred relic—the Triple Ring of Light."

Wayne had indeed heard of it.

The spherical structure, composed of three intersecting pure gold rings, is found in a replica in almost every church.

Legend has it that those are "the eyes of God," watching over every corner of this world.

Over the years, no portrait of the legendary King of Kings has been passed down through the ages, and the Church forbids depicting the supreme deity in human form, considering it blasphemous. Therefore, the Triple Ring of Light has become a symbol of God, receiving the prayers and worship of all believers.

So there really is an original?!

It is conceivable that if that thing were to disappear, it would inevitably cause a major upheaval within the Vatican.

"If it's really that important, why don't you go get it yourself?"

“In this story, I’m just a dog,” Little White said, tilting his head seriously.

Chapter 663 Mountain Top Temple

Wayne looked dejected; it turned out that this heartless dog had been planning something else all along.

No wonder it didn't refuse when I said I was going to bring it to the Vatican, even though it clearly had ulterior motives.

That unreliable world god died before even making an appearance, so it seems that my original plan to use one enemy to devour another was destined to be nothing more than wishful thinking.

But if even the gods of this world cannot be trusted, what else can check its power?

Having changed his appearance and concealed himself among the trees, Wayne exhaled a deep breath, a few wisps of white mist condensing and dissipating in front of him.

The nights in the mountains were exceptionally cold, yet the transparent shadows that roamed around were extremely active, occasionally flitting past Wayne.

According to Xiaobai, these shadows were originally information streams from another world. When the two planes unfortunately collided, these foreign information streams would invade the origin of this world through the cracks in space.

Despite their rampant and arrogant gathering, the natives of this world remained completely unaware of the anomaly unfolding before them. Even Wayne, who could perceive all these changes, seemed to be merely caught in a hallucination, glimpsing a corner of another dimension through a daydream.

Perhaps because they share a common origin, information flows attract and intertwine with each other. Once they aggregate to a certain scale, they distort the surrounding environment, attempting to restore the world to its former familiar state, a phenomenon known as "witchification."

The world, which was gradually losing its color, was eerily quiet. Following the map that had reappeared in his mind, Wayne soared through the air and headed towards the mountaintop.

The higher you climb, the colder it gets. The vegetation gradually thins out until pale snow covers the ground, and finally, a temple that looks like a celestial palace in the clouds appears at the edge of your field of vision.

The night was dark, but the temple shone brightly and dazzlingly. The tall pillars were made entirely of solid ice, crystal clear and majestic, inspiring awe and reverence in all who beheld them. Even Wayne was momentarily stunned by their magnificence.

Those who come to perform the Hajj and witness such a spectacle will surely believe without hesitation that miracles do exist in this world.

However, above the palace, it seemed as if an indescribable behemoth was opening its maw, devouring the heavens and the earth, swallowing up all the light that the temple cast into the night.

It was a massive aggregation of information flows, and through mutual entanglement and resonance, it gradually gained the ability to influence reality.

If we don't intervene soon, it may quickly distort everything around it.

Composing himself, Wayne pulled his hood tighter and stepped onto the long, icy staircase, ascending the temple.

According to Xiaobai, the Triple Ring of Light is enshrined in the central hall of this Ice and Snow Temple.

It's hard to imagine that the supreme Pope would spend his entire life in such a desolate and harsh place, never stepping out of the sacred mountain until his death. Deprived of worldly pleasures and without the company of delicious food and beautiful women, this kind of life, in Wayne's eyes, was no different from being in prison. Let alone the mere position of Pope, even becoming a true god would be incredibly boring.

Amidst this breathtaking scenery, he walked alone, the surroundings so quiet that even the sound of wind and snow seemed to have vanished, and the only sound in the world was his own heartbeat, which remained firm and strong.

At that moment, he felt as if he were at the center of the world, and the whole world was pulsating with every rise and fall of his heart.

The higher they went, the denser the air became, rather than thinner. The snow gradually subsided, but it didn't shrink; rather, the snowflakes that hadn't yet fallen, along with patches of space around them, remained suspended in mid-air. The resistance coming from all directions grew stronger, and some force seemed to be emerging, attempting to imprison Wayne within.

"Humph."

With a powerful stomp, Wayne unleashed a torrent of magical power, breaking through yet another barrier.

This is the seventh restriction he has broken.

Even though he was reluctant to reveal Aikos's whereabouts, he had no choice but to go all out now. The only detail he could still conceal was to pour in magic power as violently as possible, a style quite different from Aikos's usual use of magic.

This makes it difficult to identify the user from fixed magical paths. Unless they see the face clearly, these people from the Church might not immediately suspect Aikos, since they haven't met before...

He planned to first enter the temple to retrieve the Papacy's sacred relic, the "Triple Ring of Light," before dealing with the indescribable strange object above the temple.

The temple is square in shape, with twenty-four pillars lined up in a row. Above them are nine gilded inscriptions in various styles of calligraphy, with no fixed form. At first glance, the characters may seem familiar, but the more one stares at them, the more blurred and difficult to decipher they become.

Wayne looked away, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, and reached out to touch the pillar made of solid ice. The warmth that still lingered between his fingers was insignificant in the face of ice that was thousands of years old; the moment he touched it, it was swallowed up by the biting cold.

He withdrew his hand and walked inside.

Upon entering the temple, a strange warmth unexpectedly arose in the extreme cold. The murals on the ceiling depicted all living things in exquisite detail, while the armored guards, also sculpted from solid ice, stood silently and indifferently watching this uninvited guest who had trespassed.

"I apologize for not being able to greet you properly as you have arrived without prior notice."

An old, deep voice seemed to rise from the depths of his heart, making it impossible for him to discern the direction from which it came.

Wayne realized that this person must be the legendary Pope.

Unexpectedly, this fellow was still so vigilant even in the middle of the night, and was discovered as soon as he stepped into the temple.

This is a bit of a problem. If we steal someone's sacred object in front of them, it won't sound good if word gets out.

"Sigh, it's all my fault for being too concerned about saving face!" Wayne said with a hint of annoyance.

"There's no need for a warm welcome. I just want to borrow something temporarily," he said in a low, muffled voice.

His Holiness the Pope, who had heard his voice but not seen him, remained silent for a moment.

When will you return it?

What?! His Holiness the Pope is so easy to talk to? He didn't even ask me what I wanted to borrow.

"That's hard to say. To be honest, I'm currently facing a very important crisis that concerns the life and death of this world. I need to borrow your Holy See's sacred relic, that... the Triple Ring of Light."

"If you don't lend it to me, the world might be destroyed tomorrow."

"Of course, if you have a way to summon your god to solve the problem, perhaps we won't have to go through all this trouble."

"Ultimately, this is all because your Church, as God's agent, has failed to fully understand God's will and cannot share God's burdens. I am merely doing what your Church should have done."

Wayne began to argue illogically.

Chapter 664 The Savior

As Wayne finished speaking, an indescribable deathly silence fell over the temple.

Although no one answered, Wayne was not annoyed. He took it as an agreement with his statement and walked straight into the main hall, observing the surrounding scenery with curiosity.

Compared to the magnificent and awe-inspiring royal cathedral of the Kingdom of Lornes, which exudes divine power, this supreme temple is simple yet dignified in its overall structure. In the cold and silent space, only the echo of his footsteps can be heard.

Since its construction, those who have entered this place have had only one purpose and only one thing to do: to pay homage to the gods.

Of course, God doesn't always have the leisure to meet with these mortals. Therefore, God's representative, His Holiness the Pope, will issue His will on His behalf to ensure that God's will is implemented from top to bottom throughout the world.

With no one stopping him, the blasphemous Wayne, devoid of any reverence, stepped over the stairs and easily ascended to the high platform inside the temple where sacred objects were enshrined.

However, what was placed at the center of the entire temple was not the "Triple Ring of Light" commonly found in cathedrals around the world, but merely a long sword that looked rusty.

Without any superfluous patterns or embellishments, and unlike the luxurious style popular in the church, this sword did not possess any special enchantments. If it weren't situated on the most sacred and sublime altar within the Vatican, he would almost suspect that it was an ancient artifact recently acquired by some clueless collector from a flea market.

Wayne picked it up casually.

Clearing his throat, he awkwardly imitated the hymn-like tone of the priests in the capital, gesturing with his hand towards his longsword as he loudly questioned the empty hall: "Dear Your Holiness! You should know that communication between people is the bridge to the soul. Now, God has revealed a savior to His supreme temple, solely to save the world from its imminent crisis. And you, as God's agent, have turned away this savior! Why have you betrayed this sacred mission?!"

In his hands, even a rusty, ordinary longsword could emit a buzzing sound, as if echoing his words.

After a moment, the Pope finally spoke again, a heavy sigh escaping his lips: "Is that so... You are truly a hero who has received divine revelation?"

“If you don’t believe me, you can just remotely connect with that god and ask him. I believe He will give you a definite answer.” Wayne was not flustered at all.

The dead can't speak, and neither can the dead gods. Hey, that's how confident I am.

squeak-

With a sickening screech of heavy metal scraping against each other, the wall behind the platform slowly slid down, revealing a deep red curtain that had been hidden behind an ice wall. Wayne looked up in surprise and saw an old man sitting in a chair.

With graying hair and an aged face, he held a golden scepter topped with a red jewel about the size of a fist, with faint dark gold patterns flowing within it.

His eyes drooped at the corners, wrinkles extended from the corners of his eyes to his forehead, and his gaze was cloudy and sad, making him appear somewhat listless.

His identity was confirmed by his clothing covered with church symbols and his white papal hat, which signified his noble and pure status.

"you--"

Wayne was somewhat surprised. Why did His Holiness the Pope look like... he was about to die?

There had never been any news from the Vatican about the Pope being unwell before.

He's starting to worry that he might have overstimulated the old man and accidentally sent him straight to heaven to report on his life's work.

"I'm sorry..." His Holiness the Pope only managed to utter one word before he began to cough violently, and his previously upright posture could no longer be concealed, revealing his hunched back.

Wayne instinctively took two steps back, keeping a certain distance from him, and retrieved his slightly damaged longsword.

"If you're having trouble speaking, then don't speak yet. Just give me the things and I'll leave right away. As long as you don't say anything for now, no one will know what happened tonight."

Given his current extremely weak state, he probably couldn't even stop me for a quarter of an hour.