Two weeks later, on Monday, March 7th, in the basement of the Harvest Church.

In the center of the basement, a large cauldron bubbling with strange light stood.

Quinn stood beside the cauldron, his eyes tightly observing the undulating blue-purple liquid inside. Nearby, four silent wooden golems methodically added ingredients to the cauldron.

With the golems handling the work, Quinn didn’t actually need to participate in the potion-making process. However, to avoid the Monday service, he used work as an excuse to sneak down to the basement.

“This is to train Snow’s abilities...” Quinn muttered, “It’s definitely not because I find the service too boring and dumped this task on Snow, not at all!”

Only when the golem responsible for stirring stopped its work, and the sapphire-like glowing liquid in the cauldron settled, did Quinn nod in satisfaction. The golems then began to pour the potion into small metal bottles and neatly packed them in a box.

These wooden golems, composed of incomplete spirits and plants that Quinn had nurtured, were extremely cheap, possessed a certain level of intelligence, and could understand Quinn's commands.

Quinn named this model "Refine One," specifically for potion-making. Others included the "Guard Two" earth golems, scattered across Bikini Beach in the hundreds, and the "Work Three" steel golems. He had only made three of these, which could transform from palm-sized iron dolls into five-meter-tall steel giants for combat.

“Hmm, it’s successful.” Quinn scrutinized the now calm liquid in the cauldron. This was the last batch of the church’s orders for the week.

“But…” Quinn mused aloud, “Why does it feel like the demand for 'Feminization Potion' is higher than that for 'Harvest Potion'?”

“The nobles of Intis really know how to play, tsk tsk.”

In fact, a bottle of "Feminization Potion" was more expensive in Intis noble circles than a potion that could elevate someone to Sequence Seven. These nobles, seeking new thrills, were willing to spend a fortune to experience different perspectives. Since Quinn could also brew the "Masculinization Potion," they could transform back and forth dozens of times in one night without issue. This greatly helped the church in gaining their support.

“It’s about time.”

Quinn watched as the last batch of supplies was stacked in the corner, checked the time, and saw that the service upstairs had ended. He grabbed his suitcase from beside the door with his left hand and picked up his extraordinary item, the giant scythe "Cradle," with his right.

Stolen novel; please report.

“Time to find Gehrman for some fun!”

“With Old Bob in Backlund, no one will bother Snow. But he’s not the type who likes socializing anyway…”

Having ascended to Sequence Four and adapted to the increased divine influence, Quinn needed to find a way to remove the corruption of the Fallen Mother Goddess.

The dual pollution from the “Wraith” of the Rose School and Quinn’s "Cradle" had been cleared before his promotion. Now, his spirit only bore the madness accumulated from the Fallen Mother Goddess over countless years.

Going to sea was partly to find a solution and partly because Quinn found the church too boring. Since Snow could make the potions, Quinn felt confident sneaking out for some fun.

Quietly, Quinn's figure sank into the ground, leaving behind a farewell note. He then swiftly headed out to sea.

“Gehrman said he’d be on the 'Iceberg Lieutenant’s' ship, and I should meet him near the Ruins of the Sea?”

Quinn stood on the back of a swiftly moving blue-striped dolphin, looking at the deep sea below, a thought suddenly crossed his mind.

He took off his shoe and sock from one foot and dipped it into the water, then—

“Snap!”

A fish as thick as an adult's thigh bit onto Quinn’s leg, nearly covering half his foot. Its two bulging eyes turned in confusion, seemingly wondering why this prey wasn’t edible.

“Whoa! It actually worked, I’m awesome!”

Quinn, holding the goofy fish that had bitten, laughed heartily. He scrutinized the fish for a few seconds:

“Hah, looks so silly.”

Splash! Quinn casually tossed it back into the water.

It turned out that after ascending to demi-god as a "Druid," he had become even closer to nature. Creatures of the natural world were more drawn to him, in every sense of the word.

In less than half a day, the dolphin beneath Quinn delivered him to the outskirts of the Forgotten Sea.

…………

On the other side, on the "Golden Dream."

On the deck, Klein watched a squid rise and fall, his intuition suddenly piqued. He looked up to see a phantom deer tossing a letter to him.

Klein easily caught the letter, nodded at the deer, and opened the envelope.

It simply read:

“Arrived!”

So it’s Quinn… Klein casually divined Quinn’s location, then wrote succinctly on the back of the paper:

“To the right.”

The deer picked up the paper, turned, and disappeared into countless green light spots.

Next to him, "Admiral of Stars" Cattleya, having watched the entire process, subtly frowned and asked Gehrman Sparrow:

“Who?”

Klein, changing his posture against the railing, calmly said:

“A friend.”

“A demi-god.”

Cattleya’s expression didn’t change much, but her heart was turbulent.

A demi-god friend of “The World”? She suddenly recalled the private conversation between “The World” and “The Empress” two weeks ago.

Is it "The Empress"? Cattleya pondered over "The Empress’s" behavior at the recent Tarot meetings, making a quick assessment of his personality: introverted, naive, not dangerous. If it was "The Empress" coming, Cattleya felt there wouldn’t be much of an issue. The ship would gain a powerful demi-god combatant.

Suddenly, Cattleya saw Gehrman's gaze deepen, as if staring at some terrible creature.

“In a certain sense...” Gehrman began, “he is quite a terrifying person.”

Cattleya’s face changed, about to ask why, when an unfamiliar voice suddenly emerged, seemingly from below deck:

“Hey, hey, I heard that loud and clear.”

A dripping wet blue figure emerged from the ship's side, appearing before the two.

Grabbing the railing, Quinn pushed aside the hair hanging before his eyes, grinned at Gehrman Sparrow, and said:

“Gehrman, I’ve come to play!”