Given Beaconburg's vast resources and Alan's immense wealth, the task of preparing all the magic potions listed in the Wordless Wonderscroll was accomplished swiftly.
Furthermore, before becoming the Almighty God, Alan had access to ancient treasure troves filled with rare and exotic materials, which proved invaluable for this task.
With all the potion formulas from the Wordless Wonderscroll successfully recreated, Alan turned back to the scroll and inquired, "Are there more formulas available? Also, if there are any formulas applicable post-ascension to divinity, please provide those as well."
Upon hearing Alan's inquiry, the Wordless Wonderscroll quickly responded.
[Sorry! These are all the magic potion formulas I can provide, a total of 999 kinds! Are you not satisfied?]
Hearing this, Alan shook his head with a wry smile, "Satisfied, very satisfied."
The Wordless Wonderscroll promptly responded, "Okay!"
Alan set the Wordless Wonderscroll aside.
Now that he had extracted all possible formulas from this cheat, it had reached its limit of utility.
Yet, he didn't feel any regret.
After all, the harvest from this cheat was much more significant than what he had obtained from the previous protagonist.
With 999 kinds of magic potion formulas, which don't contradict each other, and the inclusion of numerous compatible Path to Ascendancy potions, Alan was quite content.
Then, Alan summoned Elizabeth, the paladin who had brought Modi to him.
"You've done well. Do you desire any reward?" asked Alan.
Kneeling before him, Elizabeth responded, "My greatest honor is to receive your blessings, Almighty Alan."
"Very well," Alan acknowledged. "I hereby promote you to the Vice-Commander of the Beaconburg paladins, second only to Vina."
"Thank you for your gracious favor, Almighty Alan!" Elizabeth expressed her gratitude.
"Additionally, may I request to serve and guard you closely, to bask in your divine grace?" she asked.
"This is not advisable," Alan replied. "However, the task of investigating suspicious individuals in the surrounding nations of the continent has been assigned to you. I hope you manage it well. Do you understand?"
Elizabeth promptly assured, "Your command is my duty, Almighty Alan."
...
Elsewhere, at the entrance of the Great Hall of Light.
The ten-meter-high golden doors swung open, revealing a graceful figure striding in. It was none other than the Elf Queen Irina.
"My King! Alan!" Irina's eyes, filled with immense adoration and love, found Alan in the distance.
Taken aback, Alan responded, "Irina, you're here."
"What brings you to me?" he inquired.
Without hesitation, Irina walked towards Alan. Reaching his side, she wrapped her arms around his face.
Elizabeth, who had been kneeling at a distance, discreetly retreated at Alan's subtle gesture.
"What's the matter, my beautiful Elf Queen Irina?" Alan asked with a faint smile, gazing at the breathtaking beauty before him, whose presence seemed to halt time itself.
"It appears, after all these years, you've grown somewhat impatient?" he commented, his eyes twinkling confidently.
This smile only deepened Irina's infatuation.
A passionate fervor, unlike her usual composed elegance, flickered across her face.
In the next moment, Irina, unable to restrain her desires any longer, passionately kissed Alan.
Their lips met, and as they exchanged whispers and breaths, a look of profound satisfaction emerged in Irina's eyes.
Alan shared this sentiment.
Before ascending to the Divine Realm, back when he was still in the mortal world, Alan and the Elf Queen Irina had developed a deep affection for each other.
However, after the wars had subsided, the Divine Realm experienced turmoil.
The Middle World needed a leader to ascend to the Divine Realm, and Alan was chosen, parting ways with Irina.
After a millennium apart, during which time Alan, in the Divine Realm, had gathered a circle of admirers and confidantes, especially after defeating all other deities, his heart still held a special place for Elf Queen Irina.
Despite the new connections, his thoughts often lingered on her.
However, the Divine Realm was unstable at that time, and as the newly anointed Almighty God, Alan was surrounded by enemies.
He retreated into nine centuries of secluded cultivation, emerging only when he could ensure the tranquility of the Abyss of the Demon World and had the allegiance of nearly all deities.
The older gods either retired or pledged fealty under his command.
Now, descending to the mortal realm once again, Alan found Elf Queen Irina as radiant as ever, their hearts still resonating with deep affection.
This reignited the passion within him, leading him into a fervent embrace with the queen.
The two soon found themselves in the grand bedroom of Beaconburg's lordly residence.
There, by the golden fireplace, they shed their garments and began to explore each other's forms in a crescendo of passion, succumbing to the intense desire that had been suppressed for ages.
Soft, enchanting sounds resonated within the bedroom, where Elf Queen Irina, a demi-god of over 5-star king-tier, and Alan, his powers suppressed to lord-tier but still far surpassing ordinary lords, indulged in their passions.
Alan effortlessly erected a soundproof barrier, ensuring their intimacy remained undisturbed.
Moreover, the room was enveloped in a magical shield, preventing any interruptions.
Lost in the flames of desire, the two reached heights of ecstasy, merging in perfect harmony, until hours later they emerged from their embrace.
In the aftermath, their mutual gaze held a deeper affection.
Afterward, Alan and Elf Queen Irina dressed, their garments materializing around them with a mere thought, thanks to their extraordinary powers.
Admiring Irina's flawless form, Alan couldn't help but compliment her, "Irina, you truly are the greatest beauty in this world!"
Caught off guard by the compliment, Irina replied with a mix of joy and playful skepticism, "Is that so?"
"Absolutely," Alan affirmed with a smile. "Where else can one find such perfection? Having you is the greatest fortune of my life."
Irina, her smile tinged with gentle warmth and tolerance, playfully probed, "Really? What about the heavens? During your many years there, you must have been surrounded by goddesses and angels. Surely, there are those in the Divine Realm who surpass me?"
Sensing no real jealousy in her tone, more a teasing curiosity, Alan responded, "There is none..."
"Shush," Irina interrupted gently. "No need for more words. Just being with you tonight is all I ask for."
Caught off guard by her gracious demeanor, Alan could only respond with a warm smile.
"Alan, my king, after so many years, your smile remains as bright and heartwarming as ever. I truly wish this moment could last forever," Elf Queen Irina expressed softly.
"I wish for the same," Alan replied.
Then, Irina approached to give Alan another tender kiss before turning to leave.
"Thank you, my king," she said gratefully.
"Thank you for this beautiful, radiant night. Although, compared to the scenery of our Silvermoon Forest, this place seems somewhat lacking."
She glanced around the room, adorned with gold, orichalcum, mithril, rare gems, and magical crystals.
However, to Irina, it seemed to lack a certain essence.
"Of course, I understand," Alan responded. "Then, the next time I visit your Silvermoon Forest, let's have our exchange near the Holy Tree. I promise to offer you an experience even more wonderful than tonight."