A few days later, in the "Sea of Ruins."

The Sea of Ruins was a mysterious and dangerous region. Within just half a day, Quinn had encountered things such as a solar chariot that turned people to ashes just by looking at it, corpses emitting breaths that nearly caused loss of control, and bonfires floating on the sea.

These phenomena were extremely dangerous, some of which even the demi-god Quinn couldn’t withstand.

Just before noon, as lunch was being served, another strange event occurred—darkness abruptly fell.

“Hey, who turned off the lights?” was Quinn’s first reaction.

The calm, mature voice of “The Hermit” Cattleya echoed from the captain’s cabin, resonating throughout the "Future":

“Return to your rooms or find a corner and fall asleep.”

“Until you wake up naturally.”

“The Poison Expert” Frank asked loudly, somewhat confused:

“What happens if we don’t sleep?”

Quinn nodded in curiosity.

Cattleya stood behind the window of the captain’s cabin and said:

“When we wake up, we’ll find you’ve disappeared, never to be found again.”

“How terrifying!”

Quinn exclaimed cooperatively and immediately ran back to his room, diving onto the bed.

Closing his eyes and then opening them again, Quinn found himself in an unfamiliar place.

Surrounding Quinn was a black monastery with massive spires. He stood in the middle of a square, with collapsed stone pillars beside him.

Frank, Nina, and the navigator Ottolov were all there, but Gehrman and Cattleya were nowhere to be seen.

Frank and the others looked like they had just woken up, in a dazed state, each doing their own thing, but Quinn felt exceptionally clear-headed.

Quinn walked over to Frank, who was digging through rubble with a shovel, surrounded by white bread, fried fish, and toasted bread.

Quinn asked curiously:

“Frank, what are you doing?”

“Quinn!” Frank’s face lit up with joy. He excitedly explained, “I’m planning to use these things to cultivate my little treasures so that bulls can produce milk.”

Quinn pondered for a moment and then asked, puzzled, “Where would the milk come out of a bull?”

Frank fell into deep thought.

Quinn decided not to disturb him and walked over to where Nina and Ottolov were sitting on a collapsed pillar.

Nina was guzzling down alcohol while Ottolov watched her quietly, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

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Not wanting to break the beautiful mood, Quinn quietly released some of his power, making the surrounding life force more vigorous, further enhancing the harmony.

He crossed the square and came to the entrance of the black spire. The ten-meter-high doors were closed, and driven by curiosity, Quinn tried to push them open.

A sharp creaking sound like nails on a chalkboard made Quinn shiver. He stepped into the hall, where the walls and ceiling were connected by magnificent frescoes. In the center of the hall, a man stood with his back to Quinn, chopping huge logs with an axe.

Quinn approached the man and greeted him:

“Hello.”

The man heard Quinn’s voice, immediately put away the axe, and turned to face Quinn.

He was a young-looking man with golden hair parted in a 3:7 ratio and focused, serious green eyes. Upon seeing Quinn’s face, a gentle smile spread across his own:

“Hello, beautiful lady.”

Quinn’s mood instantly soured.

Scowling, he raised his voice and said:

“Look closely, I’m a man!”

The man involuntarily took a breath and observed Quinn’s smooth green hair and the earth mother’s priest robe. Hesitantly, he asked:

“A Sower?”

Quinn nodded.

“Ah.” The man slapped his thigh and said with a radiant smile, “It was bound to happen eventually.”

Boom! Thud!

An enraged Quinn stomped hard, causing the ground to come alive and swallow the man, leaving only his stunned head above ground.

With a frosty expression, Quinn looked down at the annoying man and said:

“That’s none of your concern.”

“Now, I’ll ask, you answer.”

The man tried to struggle but to no avail. He smiled wryly and nodded.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“My name is Anderson Hood, a treasure hunter, trapped here.”

“Where is this place?”

“That... I don’t know.”

Anderson tried to shrug to show his helplessness but, realizing he was buried in the ground, could only manage a bitter smile.

Quinn squatted down, leaning forward to stare at Anderson Hood, trying to exert a pressuring presence to see if Anderson was telling the truth.

Anderson stared back at Quinn. After a few seconds, he suddenly said:

“I admit, at this angle, you’re quite charming, but—”

Two vines burst from the ground, wrapping tightly around Anderson’s mouth, the immense pressure making his head feel like it might explode.

Quinn’s lips curled into an emotionless smile. He planned to give this impudent hunter a hard lesson. Just then, blinding sunlight poured in, turning the hall pure white and dissolving the dream completely.

Quinn opened his eyes, emerging from the dream.

Damn this dream! Quinn was still seething with anger, thinking it might be a trick by the Fallen Mother to wear down his will.

Quinn glanced at the sun’s position outside the window, estimating that about thirty minutes had passed since they entered the dream.

He stormed out of his room, returning to the dining hall to continue his meal.

What about me looks like a woman! Quinn bit savagely into a piece of white bread, not noticing the sailors sneaking glances at him.

To the sailors, this new passenger seemed to have a unique charm—different from the captain’s maturity or the first mate’s fiery presence, but a fresh vitality like a sea breeze that captivated them. However, this was merely the life force Quinn unintentionally exuded.

After the pirates finished their lunch in shifts, "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya once again opened the window of the captain’s cabin and amplified her voice with magic:

“Fifteen nautical miles ahead is an island where we’ll stop and wait out the storm.”

“In this ocean, terrifying storms can appear whenever day and night alternate. I’m not sure when it will come, but I think it’s safer to wait it out before continuing our voyage.”

Half an hour later, leaden clouds began to gather, and a massive storm rose from the horizon, like a giant’s hand overturning the Sea of Ruins.

Rain pounded on the deck, and the wind nearly toppled the masts and collapsed the walls.

A quarter-hour later, the storm gradually subsided, and sunlight and blue skies drove away the clouds, lighting up the sky once more.

“You can go ashore for a while but don’t go deep. Stay within cannon range.” Cattleya gave the pirates a brief reprieve.

“Alright!” Quinn cheered with the pirates, rushing to the deck and then to the beach.

Gehrman strolled along the shore; Cattleya walked on the sand, stepping on the waves; Quinn happily stuck his giant scythe “Cradle” into the sand and started building sandcastles.

Suddenly, all three looked up in the same direction.

A small black dot was rapidly approaching.

It was running along the edge of the cliff!

The dot grew larger, revealing a human figure!

As the figure neared, dressed in a white shirt, black vest, and black trousers, a medium-built, blonde-haired, green-eyed young man appeared.

Quinn stood up abruptly, kicking apart the sandcastle, drew his giant scythe “Cradle,” and shouted at the young man:

“Anderson Hood!”