I Became The Pope, Now What?

This was it, the moment Felix had been waiting for. The moment even Isabella was waiting for. Although he never complained since he had seen plenty of other people being dealt a worse hand than him, there was always that desire to have a few kids and bring his Sandwall bloodline back to prominence.

"Are you sure?" Felix asked, not wanting to be a bother. "I know there are plenty of other things that require your focu—"

Bam!

For no apparent reason, Sylvester punched Felix in the face; it wasn't even gentle. "Since when did you become this well-behaved? Who are you? What did you do to our horny, shameless Felix?"

"..."

Felix felt his nose bleeding, but instead of getting angry, he laughed, "Well, I just wanted to be sure you could do it correctly."

Sylvester agreed, "Don't worry, I'm quite confident this time—almost sixty percent."

"..."

"W-What? Sixty percent?" Felix desperately grabbed Sylvester's shoulders. "I don't know whether to consider it high or low. Max, don't you give me a useless elephant's trunk that can't even spray water."

"Don't worry, I'll try not to make it useless," Sylvester reassured him with a thumbs up.

'The things I've learned about creation should be enough to make something minor like this. It's easier than creating life from scratch and developing it to maturity,' Sylvester reaffirmed himself of his decision.

"But it will be painful," he warned.

Felix shrugged, "Nothing can be more painful than what I went through. So, when do we start?"

"Whenever you're ready. I'll make you unconscious just in case it becomes too unbearable for you. I'll practically be creating the most powerful tool on a man's body, which gives us the ability to procreate. I'll be creating everything layer by layer—I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I'll know you better than Isabella from now on."

"..."

"I didn't need to know that," Felix mumbled annoyedly.

Knock! Knock!

Sylvester looked at the door, finding Gabriel entering. "Keep my schedule empty until tomorrow morning. I'll try to complete Felix's healing by then."

"But—the dragons, Your Holiness," Gabriel sounded pitiful this time. "They've been waiting to meet you for a long time now."

Sylvester shrugged, "Let them wait some more. They need to remember this for the rest of their long lives. Remember, Gab, those slimy dragons will outlive you and me both, and if they don't come to respect this peace now, I fear they'll once again launch a war once I'm gone."

Gabriel sighed, having to deal with the angry dragons himself. "Alright. I will handle them. Don't worry about the schedule. I will send Guardian Raz to scare them for now."

"Come now, Felix," Sylvester placed one arm around Felix's shoulder and pulled him along. "Let's patch you up with a new machine."

"Don't tell Isabella about anything that will happen from here on," Felix requested in a meek voice. "She'll never let me forget it in this life."

"Haha, understood. I'll make sure to take a few photographs and give them to Isabella," Sylvester reveled in his best friend's torment. "You'll be unconscious, so you won't even know anything." 𝙛𝙧𝓮𝓮𝙬𝓮𝒃𝒏𝓸𝒗𝓮𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝓶

"..."

Bam!

Just then, something invisible came flying and hit Sylvester on his back. So powerful that he felt his spine shake. It was soft, squishy, and furry, and that was all he needed to know who it was.

'Chonky? What's he doing here?'

Quickly, he surveyed the hallway as he left the office and noticed Xavia in the distance. He waved at her and received her cheerful smile back.

'Chonky must have troubled her to come here,' he thought and grabbed the cat stuck on his back and squished him tight in his arms while continuing his way to the sick bay where Saint Medico, Healer Hendrix worked.

It was a massive new building made just for Saint Medico. Five stories tall, spanning more than a hundred meters in four directions. Half of it was an actual sick bay, and the other half of it was a research facility where newer methods of healing were developed. From eye replacement to even heart replacement. Hendrix had been given free rein to develop new things—of course, criminals were used for human trials.

"I hate this smell," Felix muttered as soon as they entered the building.

"That's the scent of hope, my friend. People remember this as the place where one gets healed, treated, and given a second life. The scent comes from the medicine we spread to kill the grime in the surroundings that can cause an infection. Do you want an infection on your tool?" Sylvester explained to him while leading him to the operation room.

"I love this scent—I want to lick the floor," Felix jokingly mumbled.

At last, Sylvester pushed the final door open and brought him to a newly designed operation room he and Hendrix had created together. It was massive, with walls riddled with magical runes, glowing in the light and giving the room a warm and uniform hue.

There were lines of shelves on the walls containing countless jars and instruments, oozing a magical aura. While in the middle rested a large table made out of a white crystalline substance, whose origin only a few knew about.

"Drop your clothes and lay down on the table," Sylvester ordered him and moved to a side to start disinfecting himself. Although he was a Supreme Wizard and knew he was clean, he still followed the procedure that he had written down.

"Let's begin," the door opened, and another figure walked in.

Felix frowned as he looked up from the table. "Why him? I thought only you'd be doing it."

"Healer Hendrix is the only known healer with Grand Wizard rank. Whatever I do today, I hope he can find some inspiration that may lead to various miraculous treatments in the future," Sylvester said and stood beside the table. "I'll knock you out now."

"How?"

Bam!

Sylvester smacked his knuckle on Felix's head, "Sorry, my friend. There aren't any natural anesthetics that would work on you."

Healer Hendrix didn't comment on Sylvester's unconventional ways, but he did keep a keen eye on everything Sylvester did. In a way, Hendrix believed that he wasn't the best healer in the world, not when Sylvester with his supreme rank was there.

"I'll be your assistant in this process, so tell me what I need to do," Healer Hendrix asked, getting serious. Although he still liked to mess around with Sylvester, he knew when to be fully serious.

"We won't be needing any modern tools for this." Sylvester prepared for the healing.

He walked closer to Felix's naked body. He had removed the armor that was infused on his skin long ago, and the scars had all healed by now. But the situation around the groin wasn't very uplifting, and that made his hate for the previous Church administration rise manifold.

"You don't have to be a demon to act like one," he muttered, seeing the botched-up castration that was operated on, likely just to deliver more pain without putting the victim into a coma. He could see and imagine how rough and imperfect the blade must have been, purposefully made less sharp. He noticed the unevenness that must have come from Felix struggling in pain.

"Hmm… Not enough. I'll kill every single Clergyman related to this madness. Any man who sees this insanity and keeps working there is a demon not welcome in this Holy Land," Sylvester said with some anger and finally began to move his hands.

His method of healing Felix didn't involve any surgery. It was all related to magic on the most basic level. His elevated power, control, and abilities were now beyond a simple wizard's realm. His level may still be on the lower side of a Supreme Wizard, but in basic terms, he was superior.

Layer by layer, that's how the magic of creation worked. It was immensely, impossibly hard to do. So even Sylvester sweated when trying to focus all his attention on the healing procedure.

First, the wounds were reopened, and from there, he began healing and reconstructing every layer of flesh, the insides, the veins, and the main parts. The magic was only related to the manipulation of solarium itself and, in turn, all the elements that made up a person's body.

"Keep an eye on his pulse. If it dips dangerously, you must inform me," he ordered Healer Hendrix and continued the reconstruction. The sight was quite nasty, and much of the blood was oozing.

From the testicles, he connected the other parts and slowly formed the skin as well. Hours were spent just to achieve even the slightest progress. Healing that part of the body was a delicate matter.

"Pulse is falling!" Hendrix suddenly notified. "Too fast."

Sylvester didn't panic and quickly placed his palm on Felix's mouth to clean his air passage and allow him to breathe. The operating table made of strange crystals also began to shine in warm white light, helping Solarium circulate around Felix's body to aid the healing process.

"Still falling!" Hendrix cautioned.

Sylvester quickly began using Elder magic to see what the real problem was by sending his own body's Solarium into Felix. The blood loss was being replenished, so the situation didn't make any sense.

"Ghk!" Felix's body suddenly jolted and gagged.

Bam!

"Your Holiness! It's almost negligible!"

Sylvester sweated and moved his hands around to heal Felix's body overall as he abandoned the healing of his groin. He tried to stabilize him while checking the body with Elder Magic. Going from the brain to the lungs and then the heart—

"Those damned bastards!" Rage filled Sylvester abruptly. "They placed a contraption in his heart! It's magical—it's clenching one of his major arteries."

"NO!" Hendrix yelped. "He's dead! He'dead!"

"What?!" Sylvester exclaimed in shock. "Quick! Feed him the potions. I will remove the magical contraption."

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