Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 567 - 242 Clap Your Hands and Get Whatever You Want_3

Chapter 567: Chapter 242 Clap Your Hands and Get Whatever You Want_3

"They are not perfect..."

The Great Prophet didn’t want to criticize his students’ faults, but incompetence was incompetence; Vigil and Sercy could communicate with nature because of his many years of cultivation and investment.

Wayne was different; he could communicate with nature on his own potential, and he was already so strong without teaching, let alone how formidable he would be if taught.

This kind of talent was naturally cut out for the role of a Great Prophet.

"Saina, both you and I know that the Naturalism Church has no Saint Heir, nobody agrees with you, and you saying so won’t change that. Wayne’s ultimate achievement will be nothing more than a Divine Oracle High Priest,"

The Great Prophet’s voice boomed, "On the contrary, if he becomes my student, he will succeed me in my position in the future, which will be beneficial to The Church and to the war of faith without any harm."

What do you mean by ’nothing more than a Divine Oracle High Priest’?

Old fellow, who are you mocking here?

Several Divine Oracle High Priests were unable to contain their anger. They slammed the table and began arguing with the Great Prophet, demanding him to clarify his statements, as such divisive comments must be retracted.

The Pope said nothing, watching the image of the Dragon Knight Elf, letting the others argue incessantly.

The Pope liked geniuses. From his position, the more geniuses in The Church, the better—all assets to him.

But if an asset posed a threat to the Holy Maiden candidate he supported, that was another matter.

The corner of the Pope’s mouth curved up, and he slowly said, "I believe the Great Prophet is quite right; Wayne’s talent dictates that he is born extraordinary. He shall become the next Great Prophet; it’s his destiny, his burden to bear."

"You truly deserve to be the Pope, Sir. This is called ’destiny,’ and it’s not something that can be opposed by just anyone." The Great Prophet applauded.

Saina was furious. She had lost her trump card over the last twenty years, and she wasn’t going to give up in the next twenty, no matter what.

Compared to the Great Prophet, Wayne should secure his position within the Naturalist Knights Order.

"Gentlemen, may I say something?"

In the corner of the white table, a figure with a blurred face suddenly spoke up. He had been silent until now, and everyone was used to his low profile.

"Vice Commander Gavin, what wisdom do you have?"

"Some time ago, I went to Windsor as an inspector to assess the two candidates from the Windsor District. I am very optimistic about Wayne’s talent and gave him a perfect score," Gavin spoke slowly.

The crowd was puzzled. Given Gavin’s status and casual nature, running to Windsor himself couldn’t have been just about assessing candidates.

With this thought, they all turned their gaze to the Pope.

The Pope didn’t want to explain any further and took the opportunity to say, "Vice Commander Gavin, please continue."

"I think Wayne’s talent is not only suited for a Divine Oracle High Priest, nor should he be confined to the position of the Great Prophet, doing so would waste his talent..."

Gavin, ignoring the crowd’s rising anger, made a startling statement: "I believe he is the right successor to lead as the next God-chosen Knight."

"What?!"xN

Everyone was shocked, and the Pope himself sat up straight, eager to hear the source of Gavin’s confidence.

"Candidate Wayne, with the skills of a Silver Mage, evoked nature’s response. From this point of view, he is the undisputed choice for the Great Prophet, but..."

Gavin changed his tone: "He has studied magic for less than a year, he hasn’t yet fully realized his potential, he shouldn’t stop here. None of you can decide his fate, only the Goddess is qualified."

"Gulp!"

Saina swallowed quietly, she had already overestimated Wayne’s talent, but she hadn’t expected Gavin to be even more optimistic about Wayne, calling him a God-chosen Knight and pushing Wayne’s talent and potential to the peak.

If her student became a Naturalist Knight, who else would be qualified to compete with her for the next Pope, and once she became Pope, who would dare to go against her?

None.

With a bit more audacity, the current Pope’s term could even be brought to an early end.

"Gavin, you’re too presumptuous!"

The Pope spoke in a cold voice, "Does Mr. Mula know about this? If this is merely your own wishful thinking, retract it now."

Mula was the current Naturalist Knight, and his tenure was unclear, holding the nominal position of head of the Naturalist Knights Order, rejecting all real power except for the honor of a knight, but because of the name God-chosen Knight, his identity was the greatest power.

The knight who walks among mortals as the envoy of the Goddess, what a glory that is.

As long as Mula spoke out, all members of the Naturalist Knights Order would die for him, and even all believers would follow his commands.

By comparison, the Pope is just the highest level of administrative decision-making for The Church; he is the elected leader who cannot converse with the Goddess himself.

"Mr. Mula is not aware of this. I have asked Wayne, and he has no intention of becoming a knight. He has a cognitive defect regarding his own talent. Perhaps it’s modesty, but he thinks his talent is too poor," Gavin reported honestly.

The Pope breathed a sigh of relief, the situation had changed too quickly, and the sudden emergence of a genius made him feel faintly unable to suppress Saina. Though the fault was not Wayne’s, he indeed felt some dislike toward him.

What’s the use of having such talent, tell me, do you want to be the Pope?

Forget it, not even the Saint Heir, in this lifetime you can only be a Great Prophet.

Delay could lead to trouble, so the Pope decided to swiftly determine Wayne’s fate.

Lest Gavin get a sudden notion and actually recommend Wayne to Mula, and Mula, in a fit of passion, directly hands over the Elemental Mantra to Wayne.

Whether Wayne could become a God-chosen Knight on the spot after passing the Goddess’s test...

Although the likelihood is small, there is no need to take the risk.

The Pope glanced at Saina and linked minds directly with the Great Prophet, giving Wayne a poor evaluation in this round, doing everything possible to eliminate him from the game.

The Great Prophet understood instantly and noticed Saina’s mental link, immediately blocking her.

"Don’t contact me again in the future; I fear the Pope might misunderstand."

Saina probably understood something, snorted coldly, and dispersed her thoughts, leaving the scene early.

She needed to meet with Wayne as soon as possible, lest the young man couldn’t resist the temptation and actually thought being the Great Prophet was something desirable.

Seeing the situation, the Great Prophet followed and left the council hall.

The Crystal Ball continued to display the images of the Dragon Knight Elf, but the minds of the higher-ups had already left with the two, curious as to how the contest would end.

"Since there are no issues, let’s disband. After returning, consider the ratings well; all these candidates are exceptional," The Pope left some ambiguous words and went to watch the excitement first.

With the Pope gone, the others couldn’t be bothered to pretend any longer, exchanged a few pleasantries, and logged off mentally.

"The Church has ultimately become like this," Gavin didn’t leave, watching the performances of the other candidates on the Crystal Ball, and impartially scoring them.

He knew his scores weren’t important, but his perseverance was.

"If only the Commander was willing, The Church surely wouldn’t have become like this..."