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

Wen Yubai explained to Mayor Walter and the village chief of Stone Village:

"You've misunderstood. The Monument of Faith only reacts when we report to it in person. We weren't here just now, so this phenomenon must be due to someone else."

Wen Yubai then turned to look at the High Priest, "High Priest, I think this must be because of Mr. Lovin."

Aside from Mayor Walter and the village chief of Stone Village, the only stranger present was Lovein.

Wen Yubai guessed that this was probably a highlight moment for the protagonist, and he couldn't let himself steal it.

However, Lovin blinked innocently when he heard this.

A meaningful glint flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

"It wasn't me. When I came here, the inscriptions on the monument had already brightened considerably."

Faced with the protagonist's lack of cooperation, Wen Yubai really wanted to find strong evidence to prove it, but he really didn't know when Lovin arrived or what he did.

He looked around at the priests, all of whom were staring at him with wide eyes, but not one of them came forward to testify on his behalf.

The paladin received Wen Yubai's gaze this time. He stepped forward, his dark, shiny face filled with sincerity and determination.

He ate a good meal today, so he has the energy to think.

"Your Holiness, we know you are a man of few words, dislike ostentation, and do not wish to take credit!"

"But we know your intentions. Now that the gods have recognized your achievements in this way, please don't refuse anymore."

The other priests echoed in agreement.

"Yes! Your Holiness! Please don't be modest!"

"We've followed you for so long, how could we not know you? That's just the kind of person you are! You never mention the good deeds you do!"

"But we won't let you be forgotten!"

Wen Yubai couldn't believe that such an honest and kind paladin commander would betray him like this!

You don't usually like to talk, so why are you talking so much today?

When the Paladin Commander saw the Holy Son looking at him, he assumed it was a sign of approval. He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and his expression became even more proud.

Wen Yubai was still racking his brains trying to figure out how to salvage the situation when the High Priest delivered the final blow.

The high priest's expression had long since changed from shock to relief and pride.

Isn't it obvious who this miracle was caused by?

What's there to argue about?

Is there anyone whose contribution is greater than that of the Son?

As for why they shine even if they don't perform the duties mentioned on the monument of faith, there's no need to think about it. The gods have their own judgment, so why would they be bound by formalities?

"The God of Light is omnipresent and omniscient. He sees every effort we make, every drop of sweat we shed, and every choice we make."

"The miracle that the God of Light bestowed upon the Holy Son today is the best proof."

The high priest raised his right hand, placed it on his heart, lowered his eyes slightly, and solemnly chanted:

"Praise be to the light."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present raised their hands to their hearts and exclaimed in unison in praise.

"Praise be to the light!"

Wen Yubai had no choice but to follow suit.

He felt powerless, unable to even get a word in edgewise when he tried to explain. How could he have been so inexplicably "convicted"?

He reflected on whether he had overlooked some detail, which led to the serious mistake.

But he didn't do anything at all.

Also, could the monument to faith be lit up at a more opportune time?

Couldn't the God of Light have chosen a better time to bestow his blessings upon the protagonist? Why did he have to do it today, letting himself reap the rewards?

Oh no, he didn't even want to pick the peach himself; she forced it into his mouth by prying open his chin.

The high priest secretly glanced at his holy son.

The young man had a cold and aloof profile, with his drooping eyelashes casting shadows on his face. His expression was calm and serene, and he exuded an otherworldly and refined aura.

It felt like they were about to transcend the mortal world at any moment.

What a wonderful child! Humble, composed, and responsible. He certainly made the right choice!

Even when faced with the approval of the gods, they remained composed and maintained a perfect image, but the high priest still noticed a small detail.

He noticed that the Son's left hand, which was hanging inside his robe, was clenched into a fist and trembling very slightly.

The high priest understood and couldn't help but smile knowingly to himself.

This child... appears calm on the surface, but is probably still very excited inside.

Look, they're trembling with excitement.

Indeed, the first trip brought such great benefits to the temple; it must have been a well-thought-out and painstaking effort. No wonder everyone was so thin from hunger.

The high priest secretly decided that he would order the kitchen staff to prepare extra food for the child to make sure he was well nourished.

Mayor Walter brought some local mushrooms with him, which would be perfect for making soup; it's sure to be delicious.

As the high priest thought about it, he also started to feel a little hungry.

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A wisp of divine consciousness slowly awakened.

He could no longer remember how many years he had been in this long slumber.

Time loses its meaning in the darkness.

His gaze transcended dimensions, pierced through the void, and fell upon the space that had awakened him.

The first thing I saw was the pink-haired, blue-eyed man.

The man seemed to sense something as well, raising his eyes to meet His gaze, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

He quickly looked away, his attention drawn to the conversation of others.

The God of Light's gaze lingered on this man for a few more seconds, not because of his exceptionally handsome appearance, but because...

He had a strange sense of familiarity.

What is it?

He couldn't remember, after all, it was just a wisp of consciousness that had just awakened, and even his memories were incomplete.

So He temporarily set aside the question and followed the man's gaze to the direction he was looking in.

There stood a young man, his posture as upright as a pine tree, with black hair and black eyes, and a cold and aloof aura surrounding him.

Most people were looking at him, their eyes filled with trust, respect and gratitude.

He couldn't help but glance at it a few more times.

"Have you seen enough?"

The God of Light was startled, as if someone was speaking to Him.

He looked in the direction of the sound and found that the source of the sound was the same pink-haired, blue-eyed man from before.

But he wasn't looking at Him at that moment; instead, he was chatting with a priest in white robes beside him.

"How could I ever get enough of it? I have never seen the monument of faith emit such a dazzling divine light."

Lovin said casually, "If you haven't seen enough, why not gouge out your eyes and embed them in a pillar so you can see them every day?"

The priest was startled.

Lovin smiled slightly. "I was just kidding. What, isn't it funny?"

When he smiled, his face was so beautiful it was almost unreal.

The priest went against his conscience and chuckled a few times.

"Haha, Lovein, you're so funny."

The God of Light withdrew his gaze.

A boring conversation.

Then came a series of voices praising the light, filled with devotion, gratitude, awe, and anticipation...

As with every prayer throughout the past, people prayed for the protection and salvation of the light.

The gods listened to the prayers and prepared to enter the next period of slumber.

Huh?

He suddenly heard another very special voice.

There was no piety in that voice; instead, it was filled with gritted teeth and a faint sense of frustration.

The God of Light curiously turned his gaze again to the young man with black hair and black eyes from before.

He did not know why the emotions in his praise were so complex.

But through the scattered conversation just now, the God of Light also learned that he is the current Holy Son of Light and has made great contributions to the faith of light.

Since that's the case, then He will make an exception and give this child a small reward.

I hope he can cheer up.