Lord of Mysteries: The Cultivator - Chapter 18

Inside the mysterious space, above the boundless gray fog.

Quinn sat quietly in his chair, a subtle, repressed smile faintly visible on his face.

This did not mean he was happy; rather, he was doing his best to suppress his tendency to lose control.

The peaceful life on the ship these past few days, coupled with the madness-suppressing potion he concocted, had visibly improved the severe contamination that had previously caused his flesh to lose control, but the spiritual contamination remained difficult to eliminate.

To repay Mr. Fool’s life-saving grace from last time, he organized all the pages of Emperor Roselle’s diary that he had consciously collected over the decades since his transmigration.

Above the gray fog, he reproduced the contents of the diary page by page onto parchment. The resulting collection was a thick one, nearly ready to be bound into a book. Klein was overjoyed in his heart. Due to time constraints, he did not make everyone wait for him to read it.

After “Justice” and “Magician” also submitted pages of Emperor Roselle’s diary, the long-awaited free exchange session began.

“The Hanged Man” Alger was the first to look at “Empress” Quinn.

“Mr. Empress…” Alger said somewhat awkwardly, “There’s a result for the golem core you requested.”

Facing Sequence 5 Quinn, he recalled the price offered by the seller and said with some apprehension, “The seller is asking for… twenty thousand gold pounds.”

Hiss… Regardless of their status or wealth, everyone in the Tarot Club secretly sighed at the steep price of high-level Beyonder materials.

“Twenty thousand pounds…” “Magician” Fors opened her mouth blankly. Such a huge sum…

I would probably have to write dozens, even hundreds of novels better than The Storm Manor and accumulate months of royalties to save up that much. It’s truly too far away from me… Thinking this, Fors closed her mouth.

“That is normal,” Quinn quickly explained. “High-level Beyonder materials, although difficult to sell quickly, often come with a significant premium when encountering the right buyer.”

“I accept…”

He didn’t refuse… Alger thought with a mixture of relief and surprise. This way, he avoided the situation of offending two powerful Beyonders, and through this transaction, he was also able to judge “Empress’s” Sequence and approximate wealth.

He’s truly not a simple person. He was also inquiring about the Philosopher’s Stone before… He is likely taking steps towards the demigod level.

“The Hanged Man” Alger slightly raised “Empress’s” standing in his mind.

Klein, sitting at the head seat, twitched an eyebrow upon hearing this.

Quinn seemed to be much wealthier than expected. His and Miss Justice’s financial capacity was enough to activate the funds of the entire Tarot Club. From now on, the Tarot Club had another high-quality source of wool, just like “The Little Sun,” hehe.

Next came the exchanges among other members. Quinn did not hear any transactions for items he was particularly interested in, but he did sell quite a few things.

For example, he pre-sold various potion formulas—which he had pilfered from the Fallen Mother Goddess—to “Mr. Moon.” Emlyn had not even heard of the names of some of these potions. However, with Mr. Fool as a witness, he was not worried about them being fake.

He also put up plant-based Beyonder materials that he could stably supply, all of which were products of his backyard garden.

The members also discussed the Bansy Harbor incident. The words “King of Angels” and “Medici” mentioned by “The Fool” deeply shocked the members.

Quinn, who had read Emperor Roselle’s diary, felt a sense of dread for having narrowly escaped disaster upon hearing these familiar names.

Finally, when “The Fool” lightly tapped the tabletop with his finger, and everyone stood up to bow, the Tarot Club, where everyone had gained something, came to an end.

Quinn’s consciousness returned to his body. He sat in the guest room prepared for him by Captain Erland, contemplating his next steps.

The situation with the Fallen Mother Goddess, that wretched thing, was essentially an endless conflict—either his body would become the vessel for Her descent, or…

Quinn closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his gaze held not just madness but a fearless determination.

I’ll kill Her!

Of course, if anyone else heard that a Beyonder who hadn’t even reached demigod level intended to contend with an existence above a True Deity, they would probably laugh until they lost control on the spot.

But this was Quinn’s only choice.

The knowledge from the Fallen Mother Goddess mentioned that their Mother Earth Goddess Church and the Vampire Ancestor Lilith were the same existence. This meant that the safe path for Quinn to advance had been blocked.

In Quinn’s view, the Mother Earth Goddess should be on the same front as him; they shared a common enemy.

From his smooth sailing life after joining the Mother Earth Goddess Church and advancing to a bishop, it was evident that She held a certain goodwill towards him.

Otherwise, an abnormally advancing wild Beyonder, instead of being killed instantly by the Mother Earth Goddess Church to retrieve the absorbed Beyonder Characteristic, would not have become a bishop of the Church within a few years. This only happened in the brainless fantasy novels he had read in his previous life.

The most viable method is… to leverage his connection of having the same origin as the Fallen Mother Goddess. With the help of an existence of the same level, he could substitute himself for the Fallen Mother Goddess and seize all of Her Authority and Beyonder Characteristics!

Due to the Law of Beyonder Characteristic Convergence, the Fallen Mother Goddess and Quinn were bound to merge again. The final contention would only be over which consciousness could dominate the body.

But how can I gain the help of an existence comparable to an Outer Deity?

Quinn’s mind was turbulent, and his hair swayed restlessly.

After a long time, he sighed and muttered to himself, “I can only take it one step at a time…”

In the room next door, Klein, who was reading while sitting in a mahogany chair, suddenly touched his nose.

Did someone mention me?

Please don’t be the True Creator or something… Klein thought suspiciously. Beside him, Danitz was packing their luggage; they were preparing to disembark.

In the evening, the White Agate arrived at the capital of the Rorsted Archipelago, the “City of Generosity,” Bayam!

Quinn put away his tattered bishop’s robe and changed into a simple black worker’s jacket and work pants. He carried a suitcase that contained nothing and disembarked like a very ordinary returning worker.

Suddenly, Quinn saw Gehrman Sparrow standing alone in the crowd of disembarking people, pushing forward with the surging tide. He followed and squeezed over, patting Gehrman’s shoulder.

“Huh? Why are you alone? Where is your valet, Danitz?”

“He left.”

Gehrman answered calmly. Quinn felt utterly incredible.

He was very certain that Gehrman’s “valet” was Danitz “The Flame” of the Star Pirates!

Gehrman let him go just like that, despite his bounty being a full three thousand pounds?

Quinn was stunned for a second, then he reacted.

He wiped away non-existent tears of emotion and said, “Is this the feeling that transcends material concerns? Tsk, tsk, tsk…”

This made Gehrman’s veins bulge, but he did not retort, only saying, “He will come back.”

“Mhm, mhm!” Quinn nodded in agreement with great certainty.