"So, now you're a super jinx who can infect others?"

"If we turn you into a statue, would the bad luck still exist?"

On the "Future," Quinn leaned against the railing, curious as he asked Anderson.

Anderson grinned awkwardly and replied, "In that case, that angel would probably think I'm dead, and maybe the bad luck would disappear."

"Oh..."

Quinn nodded somewhat regretfully. It seemed that his idea of creating a "Jinx Statue" was probably not feasible. Anderson wiped the sweat off his face discreetly, resolving never to talk back again.

After a while, Quinn, watching the waves, suddenly frowned.

"What's going on? I seem to sense Frank's bacteria on this ship. It's everywhere!"

Quinn bent down and stamped the deck, wondering if he was mistaken. Anderson didn't understand at all, but subconsciously stamped his foot too.

With an abnormal tremor, two milky white fountains suddenly gushed out on the deck, splashing Quinn and Anderson all over.

"Damn!"

Quinn instinctively licked the milky white liquid from the corner of his mouth, his face showing a surprised expression.

"The Future is milking!"

Anderson stared dumbfoundedly at the milky white fountains, forgetting to even wipe his clothes. He now suspected he was being dragged into another dream.

But this crazy scene didn't last long. Green vines spread wildly across the deck, crazily absorbing the milk and Frank's bacteria on the ship.

Soon, the "Future" turned into a sea jungle. On the other side, came Frank's voice, somewhat panicked:

"It's under control!"

"Ah..."

Quinn felt somewhat regretful. He stomped on the deck again, but no milk fountain appeared.

"Hmm?"

Within Quinn's life perception range, there was an unexpected movement, indicating that things were not over yet.

A strange sensation swept through Quinn's brain. He was extremely familiar with this aura—it was the aura of the Mother Goddess!

Was this a relic left by the Divine War... Quinn pondered the cause of the mutation. At this moment, a new mutation occurred.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

On the deck, a pirate with a watermelon on his head ran by, a bright green vine connecting the watermelon to his head.

Quinn's gaze sharpened. He decided to meet up with Gelman and Frank first, sensing that a major event was about to unfold.

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Quinn rushed to the other side of the deck. As he passed the pirate, he left a word:

"Wait for your captain to solve the problem. If you don't want to die, don't open the watermelon."

The panicked pirate quieted down upon hearing this, immediately holding the watermelon on his head, fearing any damage.

"This is too crazy..."

Anderson glanced at the watermelon on the pirate's head, subconsciously touching his own head.

The vines spawned by Frank gradually became active, moving consciously, attacking the pirates on the ship, with more vines growing out.

"Frank!" Amidst the panic, Quinn, wearing a pristine bishop's robe, soon spotted Frank and Gelman. He hurriedly shouted, "Don't use any extraordinary abilities. The influence of the Mother Goddess still lingers here!"

"Huh?" Frank was reaching for the materials in his belt pouch, but upon hearing this, he quickly withdrew his hand. Then, under Quinn's speechless gaze, he suddenly knelt down on the ground, clasping his hands as if cradling a baby.

"Merciful Mother!" Frank knelt down, continuously kissing the vines at his feet.

This guy... goes dizzy at the mere mention of the Mother Goddess. Quinn thought helplessly.

Inside the captain's cabin of the "Future," Jadelya finally took action. A colorless flame fell on the vines, then spread rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the mutated vines covering the entire ship were burned to ashes. It seemed that the crisis had been resolved, but Quinn's premonition only grew stronger.

At this moment, a gigantic hand suddenly emerged from below the sea's surface, slapping against the side of the "Future."

This hand had abnormally long fingers, nearly half a meter long, and was entirely a desolate, black-gray color!

"Damn, Anderson, you really are something!"

Watching the successive events, Quinn couldn't help but exclaim.

Anderson shuddered. He felt Gelman Sparrow's freezing gaze on him.

The gigantic, gray-black hand grabbed the side of the ship and rapidly climbed upward, revealing the part below the sea surface inch by inch.

Within the azure waves, a large area of gray-black shadow appeared, then was completely occupied by wriggling flesh.

The monster seemed to be pieced together from countless gray-black corpses. Behind two huge hands were withered arms, which originated from a corpse that resembled a giant. The giant's single eye was tightly closed, with several other heads attached to its neck, and those heads extended into scales, lizard-like carcasses, and twisted human bodies. Layer upon layer, they built a floating island of flesh.

From different bodies, from the joints of the patchwork, yellow-green gas emanated, spreading outwards, seemingly shrouding the area.

Cough! Cough!

Upon smelling the faint odor, many sailors on the deck began to cough violently, bending over almost unable to stand.

"I'll deal with this monster. You guys go take care of the ordinary sailors."

The poison gas emitted by the giant gradually spread across the "Future." If not resolved soon, more and more sailors would lose their lives, which was something a bishop of the Earth Mother was not willing to see.

Quinn sighed, choosing not to use his own abilities, but merely raised the staff in his hand—a cloth-wrapped staff—lightly.

Swish! Layers of white cloth burst apart and scattered, revealing a scythe nearly a meter long, with intricate and cold patterns engraved on it. "Cradle"! That was the name of this huge scythe.

"Wow!" Anderson exclaimed in surprise, silently putting away the black short sword he had just taken out. He knew he wouldn't need to take action anymore.

The black flame silently ignited, surrounding Quinn and the putrid giant, forming a thin, indestructible barrier that separated the toxic mist from the sailors. Quinn's rationality diminished little by little, while his madness increased, and the scythe emitted a chilling light. Quinn charged towards the decaying giant.

This was the ability of the "Cradle," to construct a one-on-one space between the user and the chosen opponent, conducting an inescapable duel. In this life-and-death battle, successfully harming the enemy would provide a boost, while suffering damage would weaken the user until a victor was determined.

At the same time, the "Cradle" bestowed upon the user incredibly enhanced physical qualities and caused the enemies they harmed to suffer double physical and mental damage, increasing the probability of losing control.

The downside was that using it would greatly reduce rationality, causing Quinn to fall into unpredictable madness, which could last for minutes or even days.

"I'll use this to chop off your head!"

Quinn rushed towards the railing, and with a leap, Anderson blinked, and Quinn appeared on top of one of the giant's heads, raising the scythe high with both hands.

Unable to escape for a while, the decaying