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

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two got down to business and began discussing the architectural plan.

Wen Yubai gestured for the little mustache to speak first.

The mustache was clearly well-prepared.

This young Holy Son has refined taste and discerning eye; he specially selected him from the Magic Association. What an immense favor this is!

He rarely encountered someone who appreciated him, especially for a project at the Temple. He absolutely could not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

As he explained, the man with the small mustache pulled out a stack of sketches from his pocket and spread them on the table.

"Your Highness, these are a few preliminary plans I've come up with! Look at this one, I've adopted a symmetrical structure..."

He talked on and on for quite a while.

Wen Yubai listened and watched, and finally slowly shook his head.

The man with the small mustache asked cautiously, "Your Highness, are you dissatisfied with any of these?"

Wen Yubai carefully considered his words, "Your proposals are all in different styles, and they are very well-conceived. It's clear that you put a lot of thought into them."

The little mustache's eyes lit up again.

"However," Wen Yubai changed the subject, "it lacks artistry too much, it's very ordinary."

The lack of artistry is a lie; the biggest problem with these solutions is that they are too cheap.

Wen Yubai was somewhat disappointed. He thought the little mustache would come up with some imaginative ideas, but he didn't expect them to be such practical solutions.

The man with the mustache was stunned: "Huh?"

Is the Holy Son implying that he lacks innovation? The little mustache felt a little ashamed; he didn't have much practical experience, and his designs were all based on some well-known buildings.

He thought he had integrated and improved upon the original design, but the Holy Son saw through it at a glance.

The little mustache thought for a while but didn't have any good ideas. He prepared to ask the Holy Son for more time to think it over.

Just then, Erebus, who had been quietly observing, suddenly spoke up.

"I have an idea."

"Since this prayer altar is meant to pay homage to the light, why not simply use a spherical shape? The sun is round, and a sphere best represents the completeness and eternity of light."

Wen Yubai's eyes lit up slightly. "Not bad."

Erebus's words also gave him some inspiration.

"If a spherical shape is adopted, the entire exterior material can be made of glass. Glass can focus sunlight, and when sunlight passes through the glass, it will produce a sacred halo effect, enveloping the entire altar in light."

Erebus blinked, and then, with an uncertain tone, continued the words of the Holy Son.

"How about adding a mechanical linkage and an openable/closing structure? When it's sunny, it can be opened so that believers can feel the natural wind and sunshine while praying; when it's windy or rainy, it can be closed, making it a closed and solemn sanctuary."

Wen Yubai: "Great idea!"

Erebus, seemingly encouraged by the affirmation, continued:

"The interior can be divided into multiple zones, each with different functions, while the outer edge can be used for worshippers..."

"We can also build spiral floating staircases, with luminous stones embedded in the handrails, so that they resemble stars in the night sky when night falls..."

……

Wen Yubai nodded from time to time to show his approval.

After the discussion, Erebus was deeply moved; he had never been so recognized and appreciated.

This feeling of finding a kindred spirit made him feel a little smug, but unfortunately, he wasn't there to genuinely help.

"Holy Son, then I'll have a good time... cough, let's go all out!"

Wen Yubai couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

This is exactly the kind of talent I've been looking for!

Not only do they understand art, they also know how to spend money.

The two hit it off immediately and became more and more excited as they talked, completely ignoring the little mustache.

Just as the plan was about to be finalized, the man with the small mustache timidly raised his hand and interjected, "Your Highness, isn't this too costly?"

Wen Yubai said with a serious expression, "Don't worry about these details. How can we be stingy when we are offering sacrifices to the gods? Let's leave it at that. Go back and prepare the construction drawings and material list."

After saying that, he waved his sleeve and walked out of the house with a cool and aloof demeanor.

The bearded man glanced at the ethereal figure of the Holy Son, then at Erebus's handsome profile, before finally lowering his head and focusing his gaze on the carefully prepared plan, lost in thought.

Am I not the lead designer? How come I suddenly feel like I've become a janitor?

Is this world really that obsessed with looks?

-

Inside Qiming Room.

Seeing that the temple was completely ignoring their protests and that the new rules would be implemented in two days, everyone couldn't hold back any longer.

They huddled before the throne of the chosen one, looking up with pitiful expressions, pleading with Lovin who leaned against him.

"Lord Lovin, you must help us!"

"I can't imagine how I would get through the days without seeing you; it would be worse than death..."

"The Temple has gone too far! They just want to possess you for themselves. Even the gods wouldn't be so cruel as to prevent us from seeing you!"

They complained incessantly, hoping that God's chosen ones would have mercy and step in to change this inhumane rule for them.

Lovin rested his chin lazily on his hand, his gaze falling on these people, who were all different, some fat and some thin, some tall and some short.

Yet their expressions were so identical, and their voices were so noisy.

The faint smile that had been playing on Lovin's lips gradually faded.

I suddenly feel a bit annoyed.

He hates being taken advantage of.

He hates having anything taken from him, whether it's time, money, or emotions.

Lovin shifted to a more comfortable position, looking at them with a slightly mocking expression.

"That's strange. You keep saying you love me, so why can't you even endure this little bit of hardship?"

The expressions on everyone's faces were priceless, and the complaints from before immediately ceased.

It's not that they can't find a rebuttal; rebuttals are easy, such as: Is there a necessary connection between suffering and love?

What's more, this suffering seems to have come out of nowhere!

They have no problem paying money, and they can barely tolerate doing manual labor, but paying money and doing manual labor at the same time is something no one can tolerate.

Just then, a man stepped out from the crowd, his face flushed and his voice booming:

"Lord Lovin, I'm willing! To see you, I'd do anything, even move a mountain, let alone a simple chore!"

The others stared wide-eyed.

Dude, that's not what you just said!

But it's clear that those favored by the gods fall for this.

Lovin looked down at him, and the faint smile returned to his lips.

"Good boy."

That smile instantly made the young man's heart flutter and his head spin, making him feel lightheaded and unsteady on his feet.

As the others watched this scene, some of them, who had initially been full of resentment, gradually changed their minds.

"Lord Lovin, I'm willing too! I'd do anything for you!"

"Enough talk, I'll go register right now! Wait for me to see you, Lord Lovin!"

As more and more people changed their minds, the tide turned completely in an instant.

-

On the first day of the new rules, the temple achieved the achievement of zero worshippers, and this achievement will last for a long time, so Wen Yubai will not congratulate the high priest.

The last time he took that thick list of material purchases to apply for funding, it already provoked the old man once.

He still remembers how the high priest suppressed his heartache and maintained a calm and composed expression when allocating funds.

Every time he thinks about it, Wen Yubai feels more guilty.

High Priest, you should give yourself a good scolding and rescind these regulations!