Time seemed to freeze, and no one spoke.

Quinn glanced at everyone’s expressions, then at his own hands, seemingly understanding something.

He quickly pulled out a glass bottle filled with a deep black liquid and drank it in one gulp, urgently saying to Father Utravsky:

“Back… to Harvest Church!”

As soon as he said this, Quinn blacked out, both his body and spirit falling into slumber.

The Fallen Mother Goddess’s corruption was silent and swift, instantly affecting Quinn’s thoughts, costing him a piece of his soul.

However, before the eradication operation, Quinn had prepared for the possible invasion of the Fallen Mother Goddess.

The potion he just drank could make an unprepared demigod fall asleep instantly, like a programmer staying up all night for a week, with a high chance of not waking up.

This method could prevent the Fallen Mother Goddess from using her mental pollution to further control Quinn's actions and threaten those around him.

But Quinn wasn’t worried about not waking up. In a few days, it would be Monday, and he could seek help from “The Fool” at the weekly Tarot Club meeting.

The Night Watchers and Mechanical Heart members remained vigilant, watching as the demigod seemingly controlled his own corruption, all breathing a sigh of relief.

In that brief moment, they had felt despair—if an Extraordinary who could easily hunt down a demigod “puppet” lost control, not just them, but the entire block wouldn’t survive.

The demigod-level cursed golem, now without a controller, shrank to a palm-sized doll and crawled into Quinn’s robe.

Father Utravsky carefully picked up the demigod’s Extraordinary characteristic, sealing it in an iron box with spirituality, then hoisted the slumbering Quinn onto his shoulder.

He addressed the other official Extraordinary members:

“You guys collect the remaining materials and decide how to split them yourselves.”

“I’ll take Bishop Quinn back for treatment.”

The Mechanical Heart team nodded and swiftly began cleaning up the battlefield; the Night Watchers lifted the blockade on the neighborhood, disguising the battlefield as a fire scene.

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A few days later, at Harvest Church in Backlund

“Where’s Quinn? Where is he?”

The door was pushed open as Snow, having received the news, hurried over from Bikini Beach.

Father Utravsky, quietly praying under the divine emblem, stood up and said to Snow:

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“Brother Snow, Bishop Quinn is in the basement receiving treatment. I’ll take you there.”

“Let’s go.” Snow, panting, just wanted to see Quinn as soon as possible.

Passing through the nave, descending the stairs, and opening the basement room, Snow saw Quinn lying on a bed, with another black-haired, red-eyed cleric attending to him.

“Father.” Emlyn looked up and shook his head, “We’ve tried every medication, but nothing works.”

At this moment, Snow wanted to slap Quinn; every time they eradicated the Rose School, he ended up in such a sorry state. In the future, Quinn should be put on a leash.

Quinn’s eyes were tightly shut, his brows slightly furrowed, hands crossed over his abdomen, as if experiencing a nightmare.

In fact, he was.

“Quinn, damn it, give me a straightforward answer: surrender or not!”

In the mental space, the Fallen Mother Goddess was gradually corrupting Quinn’s spirit while furiously shouting.

“You are my ancestor, I don’t surrender. Are you going to screw yourself?!”

Quinn stubbornly resisted, trying to keep his mind from shattering, occasionally retorting at the Fallen Mother Goddess.

“If you don’t surrender, your ancestor will screw you! If you do, you’ll screw your ancestor!”

The Fallen Mother Goddess, unconcerned with mortal ethics, relentlessly attacked Quinn both verbally and mentally.

“I won’t surrender, absolutely not!”

“Overconfident!”

“Pah, you lust after my body, you filthy!”

“Your life was given by me!”

“Well, I’m going to be an unfilial son for once!”

In Quinn’s view, the Fallen Mother Goddess couldn’t physically or spiritually harm him because she couldn’t make Quinn chant her name to establish a connection.

The Fallen Mother Goddess could only confront Quinn in his mental space through the remaining corruption in his body.

As long as Quinn could hold on until the Tarot Club meeting, everything would be over.

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Rain drizzled on the streets, and a carriage moved leisurely down Rose Street. Dawn Dantes sat in the carriage, looking at the golden spire of Harvest Church through the rain mist.

He murmured silently:

“It’s worrying, how to make money…”

“Sometimes, I really envy Quinn…”

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A few days later, above the gray fog.

“The Fool” Klein tapped the red stars of “Justice,” “The Queen,” “The Hanged Man,” and other members, and figures appeared in the grand palace.

“Blah blah blah…”

As Quinn’s consciousness was about to dissipate, he suddenly felt his awareness rising, the corruption from the Fallen Mother Goddess peeling away, blocked by the endless gray fog.

Gratefully, he glanced at “The Fool” seated at the head, whether or not the mysterious existence noticed.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~”

“Justice” stood up and bowed lightly, and “The Fool” nodded in response.

Quinn’s consciousness was still somewhat hazy, akin to attending a political class after an all-night gaming session.

He vaguely saw “The Hermit” handing over a diary of Emperor Roselle, then “The Magician” raised a question, and after “The Fool” answered, the Tarot Club members seemed very shocked.

Only when “The Fool” indicated the start of the trading session did Quinn muster some energy.

He slowly raised his hand and said:

“Um… I have some items for sale…”

“Justice” Audrey sensed something wrong with “The Queen’s” tone, casting a worried look at Quinn’s spot:

Mr. Queen doesn’t look well—every Tarot Club meeting, Mr. Queen seems to display different mental symptoms. Are all demigods this exhausted… “Justice” Audrey thought with concern and longing.

“I have an Extraordinary characteristic of Sequence 4 ‘Puppet,’ with a bit of mental pollution.”

“The Moon” Emlyn’s pupils contracted, then he seemed to understand: green long hair, Harvest Church vestments, ‘Puppet’ characteristic… he was almost certain Mr. Queen was the demigod in the basement, Quinn Fleur!

“And… some golems that can follow commands and have combat abilities comparable to some Sequence 7 Extraordinary.”

Quinn’s voice was soft, almost dreamy, making the Tarot Club members fall into deep thought.

The Sequence 4 “Puppet” Extraordinary characteristic? Miss Sharron might need it, but what happened to Quinn again?

Klein first considered the items Quinn was selling, then noticed Quinn’s obviously abnormal mental state, feeling instinctively worried.

“Also, one more thing…”

“I’ve run into some trouble, and the real-world me has fallen asleep. Can any of you wake me up?”

Is it… sleeping too soundly to wake up? Klein thought instinctively.