The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

Upon hearing this, Xuan Jin raised his eyes and met the young man's dark golden eyes.

This time was completely different from the previous two.

The tender words in the novel seemed to come alive, drilling into his mind and swirling wildly through his thoughts.

As Xuan Jin pondered, the focus of his pupils gradually blurred.

Chaos and unfamiliar emotions intertwined, almost engulfing the remaining consciousness.

He couldn't help but clench his fists tighter and tighter.

But the hand was suddenly pulled away.

"Lord Xuan Jin?"

Wen Yubai's puzzled voice came through.

Xuan Jin suddenly opened his eyes and found that the young man in front of him had taken two steps back and was looking at him with some confusion.

The young man looked at Xuan Jin's hand, which had been unconsciously raised just now, as if trying to hold onto something.

Immediately, that doubt was replaced by an even brighter joy.

"My lord, my power has been able to control you for thirty seconds."

Thirty seconds...

Xuan Jin shifted his gaze from his empty hands to the young man's slightly glowing face.

"Um."

He responded very softly and lowered his eyes.

It could actually last longer...

His gaze involuntarily swept over the young man's hands hanging at his sides.

Warm and clear.

-

A month later, the day for 188 and Wen Yubai to meet the leader finally arrived, much to their anticipation.

Wen Yubai followed behind Xuan Jin, leaving the familiar territory and heading deeper into the red mist.

The further you go in, the thicker and more viscous the surrounding crimson mist becomes, almost solidifying into a viscous substance that swirls in the air.

But Wen Yubai didn't feel uncomfortable at all. On the contrary, he felt completely relaxed, and every breath felt like he was absorbing nutrients.

Their destination was a black castle standing in the heart of the red mist.

Passing through the castle's heavy iron gate, the fog outside seemed to be kept out by an invisible barrier, and the air carried a faint scent of roses.

However, Wen Yubai looked around but couldn't find any roses.

Xuan Jin only brought Wen Yubai and another steward this time. Xing Qi didn't come; it's said he was sent to carry out another tricky mission.

Those who are capable should do more work.

This statement applies everywhere.

Being entrusted with such important tasks so frequently, Xing Qi truly deserves Xuan Jin's high regard and trust.

Wen Yubai sighed, unlike himself.

If it weren't for his own hard work and initiative, Xuan Jin probably wouldn't have even seen him.

The two walked along the long corridor. The castle was quiet, with only the echo of their footsteps.

It wasn't until he entered the hall that Wen Yubai saw several figures.

The first thing that catches the eye is a woman in a long purple dress, with elaborate makeup, playing with a delicate round fan in her hand.

She was covering her lips with a fan, talking to the butler beside her.

His eyes revealed undisguised arrogance and mockery.

The person she was targeting was Jin Cheng, who was a few steps away and was so angry that her eyes were practically spitting fire.

"Hey, Jin Cheng, I heard that a certain rabbit got a beating from Xuan Jin the other day, and cried really loudly."

Normally, Jin Cheng would have exploded by now.

But this time, unusually, he didn't yell back immediately.

His gaze seemed to be drawn by something, sweeping across the entrance and landing on Wen Yubai, who was following behind Xuan Jin.

The boy's eyes lit up, and he left Zi Dai behind, striding quickly toward Wen Yubai.

"Yu Bai!"

Then he saw an obstacle in front of Yu Bai, staring at him with those emotionless black eyes.

The pain of being beaten last time was still vivid in Jin Cheng's mind, and she slowed down, hesitant to go over.

He scratched the back of his head, looking somewhat aggrieved, and stared longingly at Wen Yubai.

However, the latter simply pretended not to see it.

Zi Dai walked over unhurriedly, fanning herself, and first glanced at Jin Cheng, who had suddenly fallen silent.

His frustrated yet timid expression made her laugh.

Then she glanced at Xuan Jin, her gaze falling on the steward behind him, and her red lips curled up.

"Xuan Jin, is this your new butler? He looks more pleasing to the eye than the previous ones."

Xuan Jin didn't stop walking, and hummed in response.

He walked past Zi Dai with two deacons and stood in an inconspicuous corner of the hall, clearly indicating that he did not want to talk.

Wen Yubai stood quietly behind Xuan Jin.

Look at your nose with your eyes, and your heart with your nose.

Suddenly, someone gently patted my right shoulder from behind.

Wen Yubai turned his head to the side, and the shadowy corner that had been empty just moments before now had a person in it.

He was wearing a light beige knit sweater and casual trousers. He was tall and slender, and his smile was youthful and non-threatening.

Hi, do you remember me?

Wen Yubai certainly remembered.

The third-ranking steward, Hua Yu, codenamed Immortal Butterfly.

He nodded slightly, his posture respectful, and said:

"Master Hanatama."

Xuan Jin's gaze swept over indifferently.

Hua Yu met his gaze, her smile unchanged, and even waved to him in a friendly manner.

He then turned and walked away, leisurely disappearing into the shadows on the other side, as if he were really just saying hello to an acquaintance.

"Everyone arrived very early."

A cheerful voice came from the doorway.

Chi Xin walked in, wearing a dark gray trench coat, and greeted everyone very politely.

He was followed by four deacons, the largest group of attendants in the hall at the moment.

"Hua Yu, I heard you encountered Team One and the North District Garrison Commander."

Chi Xin approached Hua Yu, her tone sincere and concerned, "I'm relieved to see you back safe and sound. Our big family can't be without you."

Hua Yu returned the smile with a smile, "Thank you for your concern."

Once everyone had arrived.

At the far end of the hall, on the grand throne carved from a single piece of black crystal, a figure suddenly appeared.

He leaned back in his chair, his long, dark hair cascading down his shoulders like a waterfall.

His posture was languid, as if he had just woken up from a dream, but a faint layer of weariness still lingered between his brows.

An invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire hall.

The next moment, all the stewards and deacons knelt on one knee at the same time, with absolute respect and submission.

Wen Yubai also bowed, and as he lowered his gaze, a guess flashed through his mind.

"188, why does the boss look so tired? Could he be having trouble sleeping?"

Wow, now that you mention it, it might actually be true.

No wonder your special ability is so special to him; even though you betrayed him, he was able to refrain from killing you.

The storyline that 188 received was also a censored version; it painstakingly explained to the world the special nature of its host.

But the world doesn't believe it; it refuses to provide the full storyline and repeatedly assures that it's a legitimate story with no romantic pairings.

188 believed it at the time...

Now all we can do is pray to God for protection.

Following a somewhat illogical order, the deacons brought by the five stewards began to give brief reports on recent achievements.

Most of them destroyed a facility, devoured a number of superhumans, or transformed a number of monster members.

His words carried an air of seeking credit or expressing loyalty.