I Became the Martial God's Youngest Disciple

The Dark Church's Young Dark Popes were not limited to a single individual—even the priests did not know the full number. The only one Juan knew of was Evan Helvin.

"Harvest Evan Helvin," the Dark Pope had commanded.

Juan obeyed the command while thinking, "Harvest" is indeed a fitting term.

The Seeds of Evil, sown centuries ago, had finally sprouted. Only the Dark Pope could recognize their growth, while the priests bore the duty of reaping them.

Still, Juan regretted the timing of revealing his true intentions.

The Badnikers were among the church's most formidable enemies, and infiltrating their stronghold undetected held immense strategic value. He could have been the trump card in the great war to come.

Yet the Dark Pope dismissed his concerns.

"That won't happen. No matter how long you stay among them, the Badnikers will never truly accept you."

"What do you mean, Dark Pope?"

"Even the position of Great Master might be a trap they laid."

Juan could not...