ตอน 1: Opening: Essence of the Pope
[Essence of the Pope]
[Type: Custom Meta Essence CYOA]
[This essence transforms you into the ultimate priest, seeking power and becoming the king of the church rather than the throne, but without the ability to make or receive prophecies. You are an expert preacher, speaker, healer, and priest of gaming pop culture. You are not a true gamer, though.]
[You can speak your way out of almost anything, and your ability to persuade and deliver preaching speeches is exceptional. Your reading talent is unmatched.]
[You do not gain EXP. You train just like anyone else. You simply have limitless potential when it comes to healing abilities and stamina.]
[You are naturally endowed with healing spells that can treat anything from minor injuries to major fatalities, poisons, and even death. The more powerful the spell used, the more reserves of power it will require.]
[You can create and learn new spells.]
[A link is formed with the people you have previously healed; you can travel to them at any time using teleportation. They can call on you for rescue and assistance, just like inner silent prayers; in fact, their body and soul may do so on their own.]
[As a true supreme priest of the Church and an eminent figure in it, more than a simple bishop, you are a shepherd and guardian, an outcast outside the world's norms. After you reproduce and have children in one world, you can gain access to another. You, like the majority of priests, are sinful. Your big sin is women.]
[Nothing, including curses, is beyond your healing abilities. Once your abilities grow strong enough, prayer will be enough for you to heal anything, including a planet itself. You will be able to easily bring it back to life, even if it has exploded and there is nothing left of it.]
[You can create and store healing holy water.]
[When people come to you to confess, your friendship and bond with them multiplies exponentially and grows extremely strong.]
[You are impervious within a church. Nothing can demolish a holy place you are in. If you wish for it to be kept in good condition. You don't have to use your healing powers to keep it in shape. When people try to cast doubt on your faith and torture you because of it, you cannot die or be injured. Especially when done in the form of a challenge to your god and saints.]
"..."
With a stunned expression, Osbert stared at the essence that had dropped today for quite some time.
He'd drank it.
He had no idea what he'd done in his previous life to deserve something so good.
This world wasn't this strong.
Was it because he was reincarnated as a mistreated protagonist?
The future whore of the Wessex crown, Uhtred?
The guy was a pagan.
And this was the ability of a priest who seemed more orthodox than the pagan ones.
It appeared to even be capable of healing depleted lifeforce and lifespan.
What were punny diseases then?
Wasn't this the perfect ability to become the right hand of a king?
Osbert smirked.
He was laughing internally like a villain, planning his trip to Wessex, when he was brought back to reality by the voice of a young female adult.
One who didn't like Saxons.
Despite being one, like Osbert…
"Stop daydreaming, Osbert, and go fetch that water from the well! Grandpa Ravn wishes to bathe his feet now…"
The person calling him was his comrade in suffering and best friend. Brida.
She was a slave to Danes, just like he was.
Here, in dear old Northumbria.
They were both slaves for the same family.
"I'll go."
Osbert smiled and rose from his straw bed with less sluggishness. As he passed through the dirty stable door, he smirked at Brida.
"What?"
She glared.
He said, pleased, with the corners of his mouth raised,
"You're finally calling me by my real name. It took you some time to do so."
Brida responded,
"It's not like you gave anyone in the house a choice. We are well treated, but I am still a slave, so I do what the masters say. I'm not sure what got into you to want to stop being called Uhtred. It didn't bother you before..."
Osbert replied, reflecting on his deceased brother and father,
"I already told you that the name is more of a title bestowed upon the future successor of Bebbanburg. I want nothing to do with it. Even if I take it one day, I don't see the point in using a name that was not mine at birth."
Brida pouted slightly,
"It still feels weird to call you by that new name, though."
As he walked towards the well, Osbert said,
"It only feels new to you. It feels old to me."
His thoughts were not on this, but rather on how interesting being a clergyman sounded.
The pope and the church wielded greater influence than the king, despite having less actual power.
Anyhow, with the Essence he possessed and the world this was, he didn't need to worry about such things.
He was satisfied.
Being the king of the church and pretending to be God's messenger was also attractive.
To him.
'Is there even a Pope yet in this world yet? Probably right, even if he is not in England? I'll have to get rid of him eventually if there is one.'
Osbert was thinking as Brida watched him pull water from the well using a bucket.
It was only around the middle of 800 AD. Osbert knew little about history or the history of the church.
Brida commented, providing decor for the silence,
"You're still daydreaming. You're not acting like yourself lately..."
She sounded puzzled and curious about this fact.
Osbert walked carefully and slowly toward the house, holding the filled bucket of water and asking her,
"Does it matter? If you ask me, Brida, I believe you are observing me too much. Do you want to marry this handsome face or something?"
Brida meanly hit his shoulder and japed, like a brand-new, virgin bride, discontented to have been sold to the neighbor's stupid son,
Or one on her period before the big night,
"Who would wish to marry a sniveling slob like you? Dreaming does not suit you, Osbert!"
Her voice grew loud and bashful, but she actually sounded happy and giddy at the prospect…
"The offer still stands… I will dream of you this night."
Osbert mocked.
Eyes on her child-bearing hips.
Brida wanted to follow, and hit again, but he put on his most serious face and pointed to the water.
If she wanted to avoid trouble with Ravn, she needed to act like a responsible and charming young woman.
Even if a slave…
Everyone in the house was friendly, but the old grandfather was a Skald. A singer and a wise man in the Viking tradition. He knew how to make someone's afternoons boring and long. Simply using words and songs.
XX
Author Note:
This one might be a bit fast-paced at the start, so I will stop here for now.
Gathering the ideas I wanted and discarding those I didn't want for this one was not easy. It required some trial and error.
Please, if you don't want to complain, skip the next chapter...
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