“I’m telling you, you look exactly like those fathers waiting outside the delivery room for their child to be born.”

Old Bob, with his legs crossed, looked helplessly at Snow, who was anxiously pacing back and forth.

“Damn! I’m just worried. If he loses control, will we even survive?”

Snow quickly retorted, his tone revealing his agitation.

Old Bob rubbed his stubbly chin nonchalantly and said, “Nothing to worry about. With me here, at least we can escape.”

“The rest, just leave it to those official Beyonders.”

“You old bastard...” Snow said angrily, “I really don’t get where your optimism comes from!”

“We have to have faith in our partner~”

Old Bob shook his head smugly. Suddenly, his eyes widened:

“Sn... Snow, I think something’s wrong with my feet!”

Snow froze, then his expression changed drastically, and he shouted in a panic:

“I-I-I feel it too!”

They both looked down at their feet simultaneously. On the floor, blood-red liquid was flooding the hall, climbing up to their ankles.

They looked toward the basement, where the blood was originating!

We're done! They thought simultaneously.

The blood sea beneath them suddenly churned, and the thick red color engulfed the golden Harvest Church. In the sea of blood, countless tendrils with baby faces sprouted, transforming into writhing tentacles.

“Old Bob!”

“No evil allowed here… Damn it, my Beyonder abilities are useless now!”

In despair, the two watched as the hideous tendrils wove a net, submerging them in the boundless sea of blood.

Just as their vision darkened and they were about to lose consciousness, a familiar voice broke through the illusion.

“Hmm... Looks like my 'one-time scare device' works pretty well!”

“……”

A figure suddenly appeared in the hall, and surprisingly, no one else spoke.

“Quinn!!!”

“Kid!!!”

“Bro!!!”

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Terrified, Snow and Old Bob worked together to give Quinn a hard slap.

Snow grabbed Quinn by the collar and roared, “Damn it, I almost thought you had really lost control! Can you stop messing with my heart like this?”

Old Bob sighed, rubbing his forehead helplessly, “Guess I’m getting old. Didn’t even recognize Quinn’s usual tricks.”

The familiar farce finally assured them that it was just a false alarm, and confirmed that Quinn had successfully stepped into the realm of demi-gods!

Now, Quinn was a Sequence 4 "Ancient Alchemist"!

“To be honest, the name of this sequence sucks. I already regret becoming a demi-god.” This was Quinn’s first thought after his promotion.

Then he counted the new abilities he gained after becoming an "Ancient Alchemist."

The "Ancient Alchemist," also known as the "Classical Alchemist" or the "Body Alchemist."

Quinn could now control low-intelligence supernatural creatures, temporarily reducing their madness;

In battle, he could increase the madness and risk of losing control in those he attacked, with a chance of causing physical mutations;

The extraordinary abilities derived from Sequence 8 "Doctor" and Sequence 7 "Harvest Priest" were fundamentally enhanced. He could heal any creature he touched, no matter how severe the injury, unless they had already begun to lose control. He could also fill the surroundings with vitality, making both plants and animals flourish and rapidly reproduce. Theoretically, if Quinn fully exerted his power, he could directly induce a life form to conceive a fetus. In battle, this could be said to be more insulting than harmful.

Finally, the most demi-god-like ability of the "Ancient Alchemist": he could use incomplete spirits and various materials to perform ultimate "Life Transmutation." This allowed him to create ordinary humans that could exist for a long time, as well as different golems for combat and various tasks, including stone golems, earth golems, and iron golems.

Golems were not like the colossi he had created when he was a Sequence 5, which were just ordinary humanoid vines empowered by the controlling force of the "Mother's Nest" over living beings.

However, in terms of agility, strength, and intelligence, golems were far superior to colossi. The only downside was that they were more difficult to make, but depending on the quality of the materials used, the potential strength of the golems was limitless.

The function of "Body Transmutation"... hehehehe. Those who understand, understand.

…………

Over the next two weeks, Quinn planned to adapt to the divinity of his demi-god status while exploring the behavioral rules of the "Ancient Alchemist."

After two weeks, he would set out to find a way to cleanse the pollution on his spirit.

During the promotion to Sequence 4, the threat of pollution wasn’t too great. But the higher he climbed, the greater the risk of losing control. Even a bit of pollution could cause Quinn to lose his sanity during promotion and turn into a horrifying monster.

This was just a short-term plan. For the long term, he still hadn’t found a way to fight against the Fallen Mother. Even though the Fallen Mother had lost her three-pillar-level power, she still stood at the pinnacle of Outer Gods. Even with the help of the Earth Mother, fighting against the Fallen Mother seemed hopeless.

However, since the Earth Mother hadn’t given up on him, it indicated that there might still be an unknown turning point in the situation, and the path ahead wasn’t entirely dark.

Thinking of this, Quinn couldn’t help but sigh lightly—schemes of gods were still too distant for a demi-god like him.

He scratched his butt and turned over on the church bench.

Ancient Alchemist... Does this mean I have to create something to digest it? Speaking of which, I did feel some feedback from digesting when I made and used the ‘one-time scare device’...

Quinn thoughtfully rubbed the “Philosopher's Stone” necklace, which glowed with a green light and was strung together with thorny vines—because it looked cooler that way.

Maybe I could sell alchemical products to Beyonders, or offer processing services? Sounds lame, but digesting the potion is most important...

Quinn looked up at the sun’s position: “Around 2:30 in the afternoon.”

In half an hour, the Tarot Club would start.

He quietly lay on the church bench, closing his eyes as if sleeping, waiting unobtrusively until the deep red glow appeared and engulfed him.