I let the genie out of the bottle

“This gift can be described as a piece of knowledge, a book,” she said, pausing for a moment. “Similarly, it can also be described as something like a control panel.”

Her eyes sparkled as she said this.

"Of course, if I can complete this, it would be a very good thing for me."

"Since it's something you painstakingly created, its usefulness must be considerable." Lu Ye didn't press for more details. "However, since it's knowledge, it won't contain any 'poison,' will it?"

"If it's knowledge that transcends boundaries, then it's almost inevitable that it will contain toxins, right?"

The little devil blinked gently and said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Even if you try to make contact rashly, it will be very troublesome."

"But it doesn't matter. Anyway, you only need to use this technique; you don't need to understand its principles."

She waved her hand dismissively and said it.

"Moreover, this kind of knowledge, once it is brought into the world, will automatically come into play."

"In that case, you just need to find an unlucky guy and let that guy be responsible for bringing this technique to the world."

As she spoke, a malicious smile crept onto her lips.

"By the way, it's best to choose those lucky ones, otherwise they might not be able to survive long enough to bring all their knowledge into the world."

"This is troublesome... I'm completely inept at spells that isolate detection. Alright, unless it's urgent, it's best not to bother me."

After saying that, she fell silent, apparently to continue preparing the gift she had mentioned.

"This ability to omit processes has reached its current limit. It seems I need to further deepen my understanding of the rules."

Lu Ye sighed.

However... once the ability to omit processes reaches its limit, will other abilities emerge in one's worldview?

Lu Ye felt a faint sense of anticipation.

Moreover, he did feel, whether it was a misperception or not, that he might gain a new ability in the near future.

According to Mozlis, the abilities that arise in this worldview are actually related to human desires.

Thinking about it this way, the omission of processes must stem from humanity's desire for something for nothing? Or perhaps from its own inertia?

Being impatient for quick results and wanting to skip the process and get straight to the outcome.

So, besides these, what other desires might exist in the human heart?

The power born from a worldview is the ability to reflect personal desires.

Lu Ye secretly speculated for a while, but then felt that he was just making unfounded assumptions.

However, putting aside the topic of "desire", if we were to talk about what a person fears most, it would definitely be the "loss" after "having".

Those who make progress in their studies fear regression.

Healthy people are terrified of illness.

Young people fear aging.

These troubles and worries are unavoidable even for him.

Forget it, there's no point in thinking about these things now.

Lu Ye gently shook his head.

"Liliana, shouldn't the Vatican be holding some kind of religious discussion meeting right now?"

Lu Ye spoke lazily.

"I'm bored right now, why don't you come with me to the Vatican?"

"Let me see what attitude those devout religious people hold toward the expansion of the Bible."

After he finished speaking, he received no response for a moment.

However, a sobbing sound seemed to come from above.

A certain outspoken knight girl was now bound by several chains and hanging from the roof.

Because the binding position distributes the force more evenly throughout her body, and given her well-trained physique, there is no possibility of any injury; she simply displays the flexibility and beauty of a young girl's figure.

Even Liliana's unremarkable figure seemed to become more curvaceous because of this constraint.

Seeing this, Lu Ye carefully considered his words and asked in a tactful tone.

"My dear knight, may I ask, is chain binding considered a rather intense form of play?"

Why doesn't an anti-gravity skirt exist in this world...? Now I'm completely destined to never get married.

The adorable knight princess was on the verge of tears.

And... is this all you care about?

Chapter Ninety-One: The Fall of the Angels

"First, let's explore the history of the Book of Enoch."

The aged-looking pope stood on the platform, speaking slowly in English to allow translators from religious groups around the world time to translate his words into their respective languages, and to give the audience ample time to react.

He had used a secret technique once, and his life, which should have ended in death, was saved by the demon king. This was a favor that the demon king gave casually, even though he did not want to accept it.

Having been possessed by thirteen saints, his body miraculously returned to a youthful state.

However, he was now facing various religious groups, as well as people from the mystical and secular worlds, so he still needed to appear in that aged appearance.

Since he is still alive, he must bear the blame for tampering with the Bible—although even if he were dead, the order to include the Book of Enoch in the Bible would be issued in his name.

But now, he is in charge of every little detail of this unorthodox work, and it is all being carried out under his very nose.

All of this was testing the devout faith in his heart.

Lord, please forgive me.

Lord, please don't forgive me.

He lamented in his heart.

"The compilation of the Bible was actually the work of some early religious groups, who did not allow all religious writings to be included in the Bible. Learned theologians should know that many Jewish and Christian writings were excluded by church regulations."

"Oh my god, what is he trying to say?"

From time to time, people's murmurs could be heard from below the stage.

Many believers from secular circles stared in shock at the Pope on the platform.

The Vatican, the Roman Catholic Church, has always been a sect that insists on the "purity" of its doctrines.

And now, the pope of this sect is actually discussing the sages who compiled the Old and New Testaments in a critical tone on stage.

"For example, a book called the Book of the Phrygian Scriptures, a Jewish holy book, was written around the time of Christ's birth and should have been included in the Old Testament, but it was removed. The reason was that they were not holy enough and did not deserve a place in the Old Testament. Among these books that were excluded from the 'Bible' was a book called the Book of Enoch."

"As far as we know, the contents of the Book of Enoch have been refuted as apocryphal. But now it seems that this issue... is still open to discussion."

At this point, the Pope paused for a few seconds, seemingly to give the audience enough time to process what he had just said.

At the same time, he also wanted to calm himself down.

"Has this guy gone mad?"

Someone in the audience started to complain. He was a middle-aged man with a devout faith. Although he was a person of worldly influence, he had a certain background and was a very generous gentleman.

Therefore, he was fortunate to attend this doctrinal discussion conference.

"Shut up! You bastard who has turned away from the Lord! You are not allowed to spout nonsense on this!"

He took a deep breath, but ultimately could not tolerate anyone wantonly slandering and altering the sacred meaning in his heart.

So he stood up and cursed without hesitation.

"How dare you say such a thing! How can a heretic like you become the Pope? You should be in hell, not here!"

The usually mild-mannered gentleman uttered the most vicious curse of his life.

However, someone nearby quickly covered his mouth and pressed him back into his seat.

"You idiot! Shut your mouth!"

The old man, who had been holding him down, said with a tense expression.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The gentleman struggled angrily.

Then, to his surprise, he discovered that the old man who had restrained him was actually an acquaintance of his, a highly respected priest.

His most profound memory of Christianity was of this old man standing by the sunlit window, reading the Bible in a gentle tone.

"Don't cause trouble! Do you want this place to become a ruin ravaged by the Demon King?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The gentleman continued to struggle.

He didn't know what the Demon King was, nor did he know what the priest meant by his words.

All he knew was that he could not accept someone slandering the Bible, which he had always studied and believed in.

However, he was surprised to find that the old man he knew was surprisingly strong in the arms.

Once they held him down, he couldn't break free at all.

"Silly child, stay quiet for a while. Perhaps we shouldn't have let you come here."

The old priest closed his eyes and sighed.

How could he not be suffering because of this?

There were many similar scenes in the audience.

However, if these worldly people, filled with anger and confusion, were to look around, they would find that there were also many leaders of religious forces from various places present.

The leaders showed no anger or surprise, only helplessness.

On the platform, the Pope, with a peaceful smile on his face, continued to deliver his remarks, which were difficult for many to accept.

His gaze would occasionally sweep over the areas where the disturbance was taking place.

You are all good children.

He thought about it silently in his heart and prayed in secret.

Although I am not qualified, I still hope that the Lord will bless you.

"When discussing the Book of Enoch, we must mention Aurelius Augustine, the so-called saint who once vehemently attacked the Book of Enoch."

The Pope closed his eyes and said through gritted teeth.

“We need to question whether he is qualified to be called a saint.”

......

"Uncle, what did you ask me to see here?"

The speaker was a stunningly beautiful blonde Italian girl.

Beneath the red dress, her well-developed body boasted a prominent bust and a mature air beyond her years.

Erica Blantri

"Erica, what do you think of our Copper Black Cross compared to the Vatican?"

Paul Brantley, whom she called her uncle, did not answer her question directly, but instead asked her a question in return.

"Far from it." After a brief silence, the girl answered directly.

This is a question that requires no thought. Even in its decline, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. The once extremely powerful Roman Catholic Church, with its thousands of years of heritage, is simply incomparable to the Copper Black Cross.

"But even the Roman Catholic Church, just because of a single word from the devil on earth, is willing to attack even its own saints, just like that..."

At this point, Paul Brantley, known as the "Holy Knight," paused, seemingly unsure of how to describe him.

Kowtowing? Servile and obsequious? Living a life of ignominy?

However, he knew that his niece already understood his meaning without him having to say the rest.

"What exactly does that king want to do?"