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

It's quite obvious who came up with this kind of activity, which clearly has commercial intent.

Wen Yubai looked at the high priest sitting next to him.

The high priest sat there, a serene smile on his face.

The president of the Magic Association had somehow left his seat and, with a beaming smile, traveled a great distance to get close to the high priest.

"High Priest, you are truly insightful. Who says that magic wands can only be used by magicians? Who says that ordinary people cannot own one? A magic wand is a work of art when displayed at home, an accessory when held in hand, and a respectable gift for relatives and friends."

"To be honest, when you first suggested increasing the number of votes, I was a little hesitant. After all, what if we didn't recoup the investment? But looking at the situation now, it's definitely worth every penny!"

"For the next competition, our Magic Association will be the first to sign up for sponsorship. Nobody can compete with us."

The high priest waved his hands repeatedly, his wrinkles smoothing out with a smile.

"Oh, not at all. This is the result of everyone's joint efforts. In fact, it is all thanks to the changes that the Holy Son made to the pilgrimage regulations, which gave me a lot of inspiration."

"Young people are more quick-witted; we old folks are just giving them a push."

While being humble, the high priest turned around and praised the holy son with satisfaction.

Wen Yubai: ?

Upon hearing the High Priest's words, the president of the Magic Association naturally turned his gaze towards them.

"Your Highness, you are so young yet have such foresight. No wonder the High Priest speaks highly of you. I heard that the changes to the worship rules were proposed and promoted by Your Highness. Such courage is truly admirable."

Wen Yubai held the cup, maintaining a calm demeanor.

"...You flatter me."

The Magic Guild Master turned and chatted warmly with the High Priest. The two had a very pleasant conversation, especially about business.

Wen Yubai took a sip of water from his cup.

The water is getting a little cold.

Just like his mood right now.

Let's put aside the issue of magic wands becoming more mainstream.

High Priest, was it really okay for you to interrupt the game with a GG?!

"188. I've discovered that the greatest difficulty in the missions of this world isn't the main characters, but rather the supporting characters."

Wen Yubai realized that he was surrounded by enemies on all sides. Looking around, he found that Erebus was his only ally.

The 188 in the system space both wanted to laugh and felt it was outrageous.

Its mission to this world is to have a very Zen-like attitude. No matter what the outcome, neither it nor Yu Bai will lose out; it's just a matter of whether they make more or less money.

But this plot development is really outrageous, yet it contains a hint of rationality, which is quite bizarre.

It's like someone using a colander to scoop water; not only does the water not leak out, but they also catch a fish along the way.

[Hey Yu Bai, think about it: failure is the mother of success. Your current failures are for the sake of even greater success!]

Wen Yubai remained silent in response to 188's encouragement.

188 is right, he doesn't believe the Temple can make money every time!

Just wait, High Priest, he'll definitely make the Temple lose a fortune!

-

The atmosphere below never cooled down from beginning to end, with each shout getting louder than the last.

For the residents of Sun City, this kind of large-scale entertainment event is a first, and the ability to vote and rate it themselves makes for a very novel experience.

Those wealthy merchants and nobles who were not sponsored or selected for cooperation were sitting in the audience with some regret.

If I had known the Temple could pull off such a massive operation, I should have spent more money to try and win them over back then!

This exposure, this buzz, this presence... it's all so valuable.

On the contrary, the merchants who had already cooperated with the business all looked smug, exchanging knowing glances as they thought, "We were right after all," while secretly calculating:

The Temple, that old relic, has actually come to its senses! We must cooperate more with the Temple in the future. Its reputation speaks for itself; even if we can't get the lion's share, we can still get a piece of the pie.

The three-day competition flew by amidst cheers and applause.

On the last afternoon, Bishop Dickens walked to the center of the stage. After three days, his voice was a little hoarse, but he was more energetic than on the first day, with a ruddy complexion and a booming voice.

Dickens first announced the top three in each category, and people went up to the stage one by one to receive their awards. The stage was filled with people of all shapes and sizes and temperaments.

Some were tall and robust, some had well-proportioned figures, and some, while wearing formal dresses, didn't forget to show off their arm muscles when they went on stage to receive their awards, eliciting good-natured laughter from the audience.

Next, Dickens announced the runner-up and third place in the overall score rankings: a viscountess who won with endurance and a wealthy businessman who performed well in the team project.

The two accepted the trophy and gave brief acceptance speeches, expressing their gratitude to the temple, their families, and their partners who had slept alongside them. Applause erupted from the audience.

Amidst everyone's anticipation, Dickens turned to the last page of the list and solemnly announced:

"Next comes the moment everyone has been waiting for! The overall champion of this year's Bright Cup Bodybuilding Competition is—Dale Andrea!"

The cheers erupted like a floodgate being opened.

"Miss Dale!!"

"Miss Dale is wonderful!"

"The championship is well-deserved!!"

Dyer wore a sharply tailored black dress, her chestnut hair was styled in a high bun, revealing her smooth, full forehead and delicate, three-dimensional features, with a defiant spirit in her eyes.

She stood in the center of the stage, her hand holding the trophy trembling slightly, her voice clear and powerful.

"Two months ago, when I first stepped into the labor field, I couldn't even lift a basket of stones. At that time, someone told me, 'You're just a little girl, you should stay at home. What are you doing out here? You'll only get in the way and can't do anything.'"

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the audience, and a smile curved her lips.

"Now I want to say to that person, open your eyes and take a good look at who is the one who can't do anything."

Dale raised the trophy, its golden surface gleaming brightly in the sunlight.

"I'm very happy to win this championship, but what makes me even happier is that through this competition, I proved something."

"Women can have strong bodies and unwavering wills too!"

"I hope my success will encourage more women to step out of their homes and pursue a better version of themselves! Don't let anyone tell you that you can't do it!"

Thank you everyone!

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a few seconds of silence in the audience. Then, someone started clapping, which, like a signal, instantly ignited the entire square.

"Well said!"

"Sister Dale! We want to learn from you!"

……

The parents of Dale, who were sitting in their reserved seats in the front row, had extremely complicated feelings at this moment.

They had previously prevented Dale from joining the Adventurers' Guild, which led Dale to angrily participate in the Temple's "paid labor" and refuse to stay at home.

At the time, they thought that if their daughter suffered and got tired for a few days, she would naturally come back obediently.

Surprisingly, she has persevered until now.

Later, when they heard that she was going to participate in the bodybuilding competition held by the temple, they also wanted to stop her.

But in the past, when Dale threw a tantrum, she would at most stomp her feet or bang on the table, but now it's different.

When Dai'er struck, the table nearly cracked.

This power left the couple speechless, looking at each other blankly for a long time.

Left with no other option, they went to the high priest, hoping to donate money to help their daughter win a prize and avoid upsetting her.

As a result, the high priest was too upright and refused.

Who would have thought that Dale would actually win the championship on her own merits!

After hearing what Dyer said, the couple exchanged a glance and saw the same emotion in each other's eyes:

Guilt, pride, and a hint of inexplicable relief.

Their eyes reddened, and then they raised their hands together, joining the applause from the entire audience to applaud their daughter.

-

With the acceptance speeches over, the competition entered its final segment: the blessing ceremony.

Bishop Dickens played a clever trick when arranging the order of appearance, deliberately placing the favored one first and the Son of God last.

Their holy son should, of course, be the grand finale!