I was sacrificed by the villagers to the sleeping evil god. I looked at the handsome man on the throne and pushed the tribute forward: "Sign a contract? I will help you spread the faith and rebuild the church, and you will help me kill all my enemies." The Evil God opened his eyes and said with great interest, "Yes." A few years later, I became the powerful Evil God Pope on the mainland. The villager who had sacrificed me was kneeling outside the temple to beg for God's grace. I smiled and asked him on the throne: "Which one do you want to eat first tonight?"
