From Country Priest to Imperial Pope

A human empire whose territory is so vast that it is beyond control. The church of the giant god that herds all living beings. The Federation of Holy Elves that is not holy at all. A militaristic goblin. The Great Khan's golden grassland is refreshed every fifty years. The crazy lizard man who slaughtered dragons... Hundreds of flowers bloomed in Noah's continent, heroes from all walks of life participated in the grand event, and every race exchanged opinions fiercely... It was full of vitality, and the realm of all things competing was still before our eyes! Of course, none of this has anything to do with Luke. He is just a village priest in a remote area. He can neither summon the holy light to save lives or heal the wounded, nor can he create holy water to soothe the gods and soothe the souls. The magic he masters is to make wheat grow taller, which can only fill the bellies of believers. … Many years later, the square in front of St. Peter's Basilica was filled with people. "My dearest brothers and sisters." "I am very happy to announce to you that we have a Pope!" "He is the Holy Imperial Archon, Ecumenical Patriarch, Grand Duke of Heavenly Mountain, Sweat of the Golden Grassland, Patriarch of the Elf Federation, Watcher, Cardinal of the Holy See City, Archbishop of the Maple Leaf Diocese, Archbishop of the Far East Diocese, Governor of the Mountain Province, the most outstanding, the most valuable, the most pious... Luke Farmer!"