In the mysterious expanse, above the infinite grey mist.

Quinn sat quietly in his seat, his face revealing a suppressed smile.

It didn't mean he was particularly happy; he was just trying hard to suppress his tendency to lose control.

The calm life on the ship these past few days, combined with the self-restraint of the medication to suppress madness, had significantly improved the previously severe symptoms of flesh and blood going awry. But the mental contamination remained difficult to eradicate.

In gratitude for Mr. "Fool's" saving grace last time, he meticulously sorted through the Emperor Roselle's diaries he had consciously collected over the decades.

Above the mist, he reproduced the contents of the diary page by page on parchment, resulting in a thick volume, almost ready for binding. Clayne was ecstatic but due to time constraints, he didn't keep everyone waiting for his reading.

After "Justice" and "Magician" also submitted Emperor Roselle's diaries, the eagerly anticipated free exchange session among the members commenced.

"Hanged Man" Alger first directed his gaze towards "Empress" Quinn.

"Mr. 'Empress,'" Alger said somewhat awkwardly, "the colossal statue's core you wanted has yielded results."

Facing Quinn of Sequence Five, he thought of the price the seller had proposed and said with some trepidation:

"The seller is asking... twenty thousand pounds."

Sigh... Regardless of their identity or wealth, members of the Tarot Society sighed at the exorbitant cost of high-level extraordinary materials.

Twenty thousand pounds... "Magician" Fols gaped in astonishment. Such a vast sum... I might have to write dozens, if not hundreds, of novels surpassing "Stormy Manor" and collect several months' worth of royalties just to amass enough. It's too far out of reach for me... With that in mind, Fols closed his mouth.

"That's normal," Quinn explained hastily. "High-level extraordinary materials, although difficult to sell, often fetch a significant premium when encountering the right buyer."

"I accept..."

He didn't refuse... Alger thought with relief tinged with surprise, thus avoiding the situation of offending two powerful extraordinaries. Through this transaction, he also assessed the level and approximate wealth of the "Empress."

A truly remarkable individual. He was inquiring about the Philosopher's Stone before... He's probably stepping into the realm of demigods. Alger raised the "Empress" a little higher in his mind.

Clayne sat at the head of the table, his eyebrows raised upon hearing this.

Quinn seemed to be wealthier than he had imagined. With his and Miss "Justice's" resources, they could easily revitalize the entire Tarot Society's funds, providing the Society with another high-quality wool, much like a little sun. Heh heh.

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Next came the trading between other members. Quinn hadn't heard any item trades that particularly interested him, but he did sell quite a few things himself.

For example, he pre-booked various alchemical formulas he had gleaned from the Fallen Mother Goddess to Mr. "Moon," among which were potion names even Emlyn hadn't heard of. But with Mr. "Fool" as a witness, he wasn't worried about any fraud.

He also offered the stable supply of plant-based extraordinary materials he could provide, all products of his backyard garden.

The members also discussed the events at Banci Port, terms like "King of Angels" and "Medici" mentioned by Mr. "Fool" greatly astonished them.

Quinn, who had read Emperor Roselle's diary, felt a sense of relief at hearing these familiar names, as if he had narrowly escaped a disaster.

Only when Mr. "Fool" lightly tapped the table with his finger and everyone rose to pay their respects did this fruitful meeting of the Tarot Society come to an end.

Quinn's consciousness returned to his body as he sat in the guest room prepared by Captain Eirland, contemplating the path ahead.

Dealing with the Fallen Mother Goddess and his situation, tantamount to an endless struggle. Either his body becomes the vessel for Her descent, or...

Quinn closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, besides madness, there was also unwavering determination.

I'll kill Her!

Of course, if others were to hear that an extraordinary, not even a demigod, wanted to confront a being surpassing a true god, they would probably burst into laughter right on the spot.

But this was Quinn's only choice.

In the knowledge of the Fallen Mother Goddess, they mentioned that the Earth Mother Church and the Blood Ancestor Lily are the same entity. This means that the safe path Quinn sought for advancement has been sealed off.

In Quinn's view, the Earth Mother and himself should be on the same front, facing a common enemy.

From his smoothly ascending life in the Earth Mother Church to becoming a bishop, it can be seen that She has some goodwill towards him.

Otherwise, an extraordinary who ascended abnormally, not being immediately killed by the Earth Mother Church and having his absorbed extraordinary traits returned, but instead becoming a bishop of the church within a few years, was something only seen in mindless fantasy novels from his previous life.

The most feasible method is... to leverage his relationship with the Fallen Mother Goddess, share the same roots, and with the help of an existence at the same level, replace Her and seize all Her authority and extraordinary traits!

Due to the Law of Extraordinary Trait Aggregation, the Fallen Mother Goddess and Quinn will inevitably merge again, with only the question of which consciousness will dominate the body in the end.

But, how can I obtain the help of an entity comparable to the former dominator? Quinn's thoughts surged, his hair restlessly swaying.

After a long time, he sighed and said to himself:

"I can only take it step by step..."

In the room next to Quinn's, Clayne, sitting on a peachwood chair and reading, suddenly touched his nose.

It sounds like someone's talking about me? Hopefully not some real creator... Clayne wondered, while nearby, Danitz was packing their luggage; they were preparing to disembark.

In the evening, the "White Agate" arrived at the capital of the Rossed Archipelago, the "City of Generosity," Bayam!

Quinn put away his tattered bishop's robe and changed into a simple black worker's jacket and overalls. Carrying a suitcase empty of everything, he disembarked like an ordinary worker returning home.

Suddenly, amidst the disembarking crowd, Quinn saw Gelman Sparrow standing alone, flowing with the surging crowd. He pushed through and tapped Gelman's shoulder.

"Huh? Why are you alone? Where's your valet, Danitz?"

"He's gone."

Gelman replied calmly, and Quinn found it incredibly unbelievable.

He was certain that Gelman's "valet" was Danitz, the "Flame" of the Starry Sea Pirates! With a bounty of three thousand pounds, Gelman let him go like this?

After being shocked for a second, Quinn reacted.

He wiped away nonexistent tears of emotion and said:

"So, this is the emotion of transcending materialism, tut tut tut..."

This remark made Gelman's veins bulge, but he didn't retort, simply saying:

"He'll come back."

"Mm, mm!" Quinn nodded vigorously in agreement.