Luo Wei had the shop assistants work overtime to press the tung fruit into bright, clear tung oil.

The ancient Chinese were thousands of years ahead of the world in developing uses for tung oil. They not only used it to make vehicles, boats, and furniture, but also as an insecticide, soap, oil-paper umbrellas, tarpaulins, and for treating inflammation and burns.

If her skin was burned by holy water, she might be able to use it.

After obtaining the tung oil, Luo Wei had the male servant buy a large piece of black fine velvet from Hawkins' shop and bring it back to school. She then stayed up all night making a raincoat cloak.

Luo Wei was very meticulous about things she would use herself.

It took four to five hours for one layer of tung oil to dry completely. She used an oil lamp to speed up the drying process, but still only managed to apply three layers in one night.

Before she knew it, dawn had broken.

Luo Wei took a short nap and then hid the raincoat in the wardrobe.

She still had classes during the day, after which she would go to the small courtyard to secretly practice magic spells. After practicing the spells, she would continue making the raincoat. It was foreseeable that she wouldn't get a good night's sleep for the next few days.

Before nightfall, Troy returned, dusty and travel-worn, with a package on his back.

"Quick, take a look. Is this the soil you mentioned?" he asked eagerly.

Luo Wei opened the package and dug out a piece of soil. The color, texture, and stickiness were not far from kaolin.

She put this soil in a bowl and poured in cold water. The white-bluish soil quickly dispersed in the water.

"Not bad, it's the soil I wanted."

"But I still need one more thing, porcelain stone."

The West had always had kaolin, and in large quantities, but they hadn't been able to make porcelain until the 18th century because they didn't know to add porcelain stone.

Porcelain stone is one of the important raw materials for making ceramics and glass. Since this world could make glass, there must be porcelain stone mines.

Porcelain stone could be synthesized artificially, but she was running out of time.

Luo Wei described the characteristics and identification methods of porcelain stone to Troy, asking him to find it as soon as possible.

"Wait," Luo Wei called out as Troy was about to turn and leave upon receiving the order. "Where did you find the kaolin?"

"On a mountain on the west coast."

Stolen story; please report.

"How far is it from here?"

"Over a thousand kilometers."

Over a thousand kilometers? That's equivalent to crossing a quarter of the Western Continent, isn't it?

"You traveled over a thousand kilometers in one night?" Luo Wei looked shocked.

Troy nodded: "Griffins fly fast."

Indeed, keeping Troy was the right decision. Both her life and her career depended on him.

"Go look for places with weathered quartz rock on the west coast," Luo Wei gave up the idea of going to find it herself and earnestly instructed, "Bring back as much as you can. Some only look similar, so you need to distinguish carefully."

"I understand."

Troy jumped onto the griffin's back and flew towards the western sky.

Luo Wei put the kaolin Troy brought back into a large vat to soak and filter out impurities, then called all the people in the house.

Never trust that others will keep their mouths shut to save your life, unless their lives are also involved.

Luo Wei had them build a high kiln in the backyard and make molds, while she drew out the experimental process diagram on parchment.

She planned to use air electrolysis to produce nitric acid, then use nitric acid to make oxalic acid, then use oxalic acid to make hydrochloric acid, and finally use hydrochloric acid and calcium carbonate to produce carbon dioxide.

This process could have been much simpler by directly electrolyzing salt water to obtain hydrochloric acid, but salt was too expensive in this world, and there were purchase limits for individuals. She couldn't buy that much salt.

Using air to produce it was a bit more troublesome, but at least it saved money. Moreover, she could replace many of the intermediate processes with magic spells and magic patterns, so she didn't need to prepare so many experimental apparatus. It was not impossible under the current conditions.

On the second day after Luo Wei made dry ice using cooling magic patterns, Troy also returned with a large basket of porcelain stone.

With the porcelain stone, both Death's fangs and scythe were now within reach.

In Greek mythology, Cronos had a black scythe made from black rock that Gaia had mined from deep underground. He used this scythe to kill his father Uranus.

Cronos was the king of the Titans who led the Golden Age of Greek mythology, and also the father of Zeus, the king of the gods. He was a powerful and mad deity.

The god Luo Wei wanted to impersonate was him, but because this world had no Greek mythology, she feared that Cronos's image might not be intimidating enough to the public, so she made some modifications.

She would change the black stone scythe into a white bone scythe, embed ceramic fangs in the mouth, wear a red contact lens made of transparent resin, ignite phosphorus fire around the body, and hide a few pieces of dry ice in the clothes. This way, it would have a visual impact.

Luo Wei wanted to combine the images of Cronos the king of gods, Chronos the god of time, and Death the messenger of hell into one, to create a god.

She had even thought of a name: "The Great and Dark God of Death and Time, Covicros, the Divine King who holds authority over human souls and the six realms of reincarnation." The longer the name, the more impressive it sounds.

Time flew quickly as Luo Wei made her preparations, and in the blink of an eye, it was November 1st, the Day of Descent.

At the crack of dawn, the church bells had already started ringing, announcing the arrival of the Day of Descent to the world.

Luo Wei packed away her raincoat, which she had coated with tung oil over and over again, into a cloth bag. She also put all her valuables into a sturdy money pouch and hid it along with the raincoat in her voluminous skirt.

She sat in front of an oil lamp, using beeswax and makeup she had prepared long ago, applying layer after layer to her face. She carefully brushed her eyebrows, eyes, and lips with a small brush she had made, ensuring the oil wax was applied to every inch of her skin.

It still looked a bit fake, but fortunately, the holy water baptism ceremony at the academy was to begin at seven in the morning. At that time, it wouldn't be fully light yet, and everything would look blurry. Her face wouldn't stand out too much.

At six forty, the sounds of doors opening and people scuffling could be heard outside. Luo Wei picked up her magic wand, tried the transformation spell one last time in front of the mirror, and the spell was cast successfully.

She tucked both her magic wand and the tortoise shell into her sleeve, folded her hands over her upper abdomen, opened the door, and walked out steadily.

The sword arena was packed with people. Over a thousand students and more than sixty teachers from the academy were all standing there, surrounding the huge statue in the center of the arena, solemnly placing their right hands on their left chests.

The statue had two faces, one on the front and one on the back. The front face symbolized the warm sun god, while the back face symbolized the cool moon god. They shared the position of the supreme god and were universally recognized as the king of all gods.

The headmaster of Siria Magic Academy stood at the foot of the statue, holding a silver holy chalice in his hand. Beside him stood the bishop of the Siria Temple, holding a long-necked bottle as tall as a baby with both hands.

Centered around these two, on one side of the statue were the teachers of Siria Magic Academy, and on the other side were the clerics of the temple. About a hundred pairs of eyes, like vigilant eagles, were staring at the students below. If any movement occurred anywhere, it would be caught first by their gaze.

The students below didn't even dare to breathe heavily. They all lowered their heads, obediently lining up, waiting for the holy water to be sprinkled from the headmaster's fingertips.

TBC