I woke up inside a dystopian game... A world with no dreams, no hope, and definitely no mercy.

My assigned mission? Track down the fanatics and bring peace back to the world.

But...

"How am I supposed to save the world in a three-year-old’s body?!"

The order is on the verge of collapse. I rescued the pitiful protagonist of the game... only to somehow end up taking his place.

Now I’m the Pope. But this place is crawling with fanatics secretly worshiping an evil god, and spies from the royal court.

Even the holy knights who are left... have completely lost it.

"Daddy! Call me Daddy, Master!"
"I told you, I’m the Pope, not Master!"
"You're so cute! You need to eat a hundred meals a day!"
"Shut it."

As both a healer and the Pope, I need someone to play the role of my "Daddy" and protect me.

The problem? Every single one of my Daddy candidates is completely unhinged. And even the male lead I let go so he could live a happy life...

"As long as I have you, I don’t care if the world burns."

...seems to have come back not quite right in the head.

Can our crumbling order really survive and bring peace to the world? Watch the Baby Pope sweat it out to save the world!