"Philosopher's Stone?!"

Above the gray fog, everyone's thoughts echoed with questions.

"Justice" couldn't contain her excitement as her eyes sparkled:

"Mr. Queen, are you talking about the legendary Philosopher's Stone that can turn base metals into gold and grant immortality?"

Quinn nodded and said, "Um... from your description, it seems we're talking about the same Philosopher's Stone."

"Does it really exist?" "Justice" couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked.

"Ah, it does exist, and I'm in the process of making one," Quinn replied.

Whoosh! At the moment Quinn said this, it felt as though a gust of eerie wind swept over the gray fog, making the atmosphere of the Tarot Club strange—"Justice," "The Hanged Man," "The Moon," "The Magician"... everyone's gazes seemed to change:

"Justice" looked as excited as a little girl who had seen a delicate doll, "The World" became as stiff as a puppet with its strings cut, "The Hanged Man" started breathing as heavily as a sea breeze, "The Moon's" eyes seemed even redder, and "The Sun"... well, he seemed not to fully understand what was going on. Was it just an illusion, or did even the gaze of the enigmatic "Fool" change slightly?

"By the Goddess, I didn't think such a thing actually existed. So those fantasy novels I read weren't entirely false!" "Justice" thought in disbelief.

"Um..." Seeing the various expressions of the members, Quinn took a hidden deep breath and continued a bit awkwardly, "But... its practicality is somewhat..."

"Somewhat...?" All the Tarot members couldn't help but ask inwardly.

"Somewhat... limited. The power of the Philosopher's Stone isn't unlimited. Immortality doesn't mean eternal life like the gods. If used as an elixir of life, it can only extend one's life by a few thousand years. For Extraordinary individuals of similar levels, their lifespans are almost comparable, and the Philosopher's Stone would hardly affect them."

He added, "Also, if an ordinary person uses the Philosopher's Stone, it often leads to terrible mutations."

"And, non-eternal immortality often brings torment."

"Even if the Philosopher's Stone isn't as perfect as imagined, it's still an extremely long life!" "The Moon" Emlyn White couldn't help but exclaim. This would drive almost anyone mad! he thought.

"The Moon's" lifespan was already much longer than that of ordinary people. As a Sequence 7 "Vampire," he had several hundred years, but compared to thousands of years, it still seemed short.

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"What about the ability to turn base metals into gold?"

At this point, sitting opposite the "Fool" at the end of the bronze long table, the gloomy, corpse-like "The World" suddenly spoke.

Yes! That's also what we want to ask! The rest subtly perked up their ears.

"Turning base metals into gold... huh, the Philosopher's Stone can indeed convert materials, creating gold worth tens of thousands of pounds. However..."

"However...???" The curiosity of the Tarot members surged like a midnight tide.

Stop keeping us in suspense! Klein roared inwardly.

"The cost of the Philosopher's Stone is extremely high, requiring various mid-sequence Extraordinary materials. Its value is almost equivalent to the gold it can produce, and it's practically priceless. Heh, you could think of it as a large wallet... just easier to lose. If those alchemists, who've nearly turned themselves into gold, found out some people were using the Philosopher's Stone just for gold, they'd probably lose control on the spot."

Ah... what a pity... was the collective sentiment of the Tarot members at this moment. Even though they knew this world wasn't a bedtime fairy tale, the feeling of a shattered dream still left them somewhat melancholic.

"So, what is the real use of the Philosopher's Stone?" "Justice" Audrey couldn't help but ask in curiosity, then immediately felt embarrassed by her bluntness and quickly added, "I will do my best to pay for this information."

"No worries, this thing isn't quite common knowledge, but it's not exactly a secret either," Quinn waved his hand nonchalantly and said:

"Its real value lies in alchemy—it's an extremely excellent catalyst that can facilitate or slow down reactions between various Extraordinary materials. With just one Philosopher's Stone, you can scale countless mountains of knowledge and conduct all sorts of incredible experiments." At this point, his face showed the longing and desire of every academic for effortlessly publishing papers without needing to do experiments.

Circle? Common knowledge? Catalyst? These words sounded very foreign to "Justice" Audrey, like they came from some unknown commentary by Emperor Roselle.

The "Fool" Klein, surrounded by swirling gray fog, listened quietly with a faint smile on his face.

In fact, Quinn hadn't mentioned another use of the Philosopher's Stone: his Sequence 5 "Druid" potion had been fully digested over the years through sporadic role-playing during his preaching. And crafting a Philosopher's Stone was the ritual required for him to become a Sequence 4 demigod "Ancient Alchemist"!

Although this was quite costly, it was safe and simple. As long as the materials and knowledge were up to par, achieving demigod status wouldn't take long. Fortunately, as the bishop of the Earth Mother Church and the largest supplier of agricultural products facing the Ruen Kingdom, he legally owned several farms and plantations in the Fennepot Kingdom.

If he wished, he could even live as an untitled noble. "But with the apocalypse coming in just a few years, how could I give up and lie down now? How could I face so many fellow transmigrators like Emperor Roselle who never ceased to strive?"

Through the diaries of Emperor Roselle collected over the years, he understood that in those high-level worlds, even true gods could face death. Only by achieving the status of an Old One could one ensure their preservation.

"Only by becoming strong enough can I protect the people and things I cherish before the apocalypse arrives."

Quinn fell into a daze, his fingers unconsciously stroking the ancient bronze long table. "I have obtained the formula for the 'Ancient Alchemist' potion and the corresponding ritual. By using the contributions accumulated over the years, I can request a primary material from the church. As for the remaining materials..."

He looked up at the endlessly swirling illusory gray fog, seeing the enigmatic "Fool" and the various members of the gathering. With a half-sorrowful, half-ironic smile, he thought:

"I can only hope for the blessings from these hidden existences, hehe."