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

As Lovin stepped onto the steps, the entire Prayer Plaza seemed to be paused gently by an invisible hand.

He wore a plain white robe today, with extremely fine gold thread embroidered on the hem, and his long pink hair shimmered like pearls in the afternoon sunlight.

He walked slowly to the center of the stage, stood still, and looked up at the audience.

With just this one action, the brief silence was instantly ignited, and screams, shouts, and enthusiasm poured out like a flood that had burst its banks.

The winners, standing closest to him, were most directly struck by his beauty, and they all stared blankly at the chosen one.

Lovin, however, remained calm, clearly accustomed to such attention.

He slightly raised his hand, palm facing upward, and a pure, flawless white light slowly unfolded before him.

White light radiated outwards from his palm, spreading outwards in concentric circles.

The statue of the God of Light, which serves as a backdrop, seems to be inspired by something, emitting a faint, almost imperceptible glow that echoes his presence.

Soft white light slowly descended from the dome-like field of light, gently falling on the award winners.

The moment the light touched their shoulders, it shattered into countless tiny specks of light.

"Peace to you."

The crowd below the stage erupted in uproar, marveling at the extravagant blessing bestowed upon the chosen one by God.

Standing to the side of the stage, Wen Yubai was very satisfied with the performance. The only thing was that Lovien might not be familiar with the blessed words.

Most blessings are related to health, wealth, and love, but it's a bit strange to say that peace is bestowed upon people.

However, the light element released by Lovin was so pure that his followers completely ignored the blessing.

Wen Yubai could clearly feel that all the light elements in the venue were converging on the stage, as if being pulled by some force, spontaneously rushing in that direction.

He nodded to himself, thinking that Bishop Dickens had done something truly good.

With such a dazzling jewel as Lovin ahead of him, his blessing as a holy son can only seem ordinary.

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As the chosen one stepped off the stage, specks of light still floated in the air, and the audience's eyes remained fixed on Lovin.

Next came the blessing of the Son of God.

When the Holy Son stepped onto the stage, the audience was still reeling from the blessing bestowed by the chosen one, and the applause was noticeably delayed.

It was the award winners who were the first to come to their senses.

Compared to their stunned and helpless state when facing the chosen ones, they were now extremely excited and thrilled to face the Holy Son.

"Your Holiness! Thank you for implementing the new pilgrimage regulations. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the opportunity to stand here and receive such glory. From this day forward, I am the most faithful believer of the Light..."

"Yes, Your Holiness, because I am thin and short, I was rejected by the person I liked. If you hadn't created this opportunity, I wouldn't have known that I could be so strong..."

"Thank you, Holy Son. In these past two months, not only have my body changed, but I've also become more confident than before. I will always follow you and the light..."

……

Wen Yubai's lips twitched slightly as he listened to the string of thanks.

It's one thing to express gratitude, but why are they all stabbing themselves in the back while spouting nonsense about faith and light?

This is all your own hard work and sweat; what does it have to do with the light...?

But seeing the smiles on their faces, Wen Yubai swallowed his words of rebuttal, listened quietly until the end, and then raised his hand.

With his palm facing upwards, a soft light appeared, much weaker than the light that Lovin had released earlier.

The audience below didn't react much, only the few people on stage who were receiving awards stared intently at the ball of light, their faces beaming with joy.

The light rose from the palm of his hand and moved toward the top of their heads.

May the light protect you and grant you health...

As Lovin listened to Wen Yubai begin to speak the words of blessing, his hand, hidden in his sleeve, prepared to mobilize the surrounding light elements.

Suddenly, his movements abruptly stopped.

The Statue of Light in Prayer Plaza suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, as if the clouds in the sky had been parted by it, and the light poured down, enveloping the entire competition area with a sacred and vast power.

Warmth flowed to every part of everyone's body, sweeping away fatigue and calming the restlessness in their hearts. In this radiance, they felt a long-lost peace.

Even those suffering from illness can clearly feel their physical discomfort subsiding at this moment.

Everyone who was sitting slid off their chairs and knelt on the ground, gazing up at the golden light descending from the sky.

"This is a miracle!"

"The God of Light has performed a miracle!"

……

Some of them pressed their palms together to their foreheads, some were so shocked they couldn't utter a word, and others were so excited they trembled and their eyes were filled with tears, just like high priests.

O God of Light!

This is the response of the God of Light!

After a hundred years, the gods have finally blessed them again!

"Praise be to the light!" the high priest shouted with all his might.

"Praise be to the light!!!"

The voices from below the stage merged into one, and the thunderous praises echoed throughout the square, plunging the entire crowd into a frenzy.

Everyone was praising the light with devotion, except for Wen Yubai.

He was numb.

He stiffly turned his head to look at the statue of the God of Light bathed in holy light.

In a daze, he seemed to see the statue giving him an evil smile.

This holy light is so cold, it makes him shiver.

God of Light, why do you always pull this stunt? Can't you at least choose a better time?

This miracle was clearly prepared for the protagonist from earlier. Did you overcharge and delay it, causing it to happen to you?

Wen Yubai glanced at Lovien discreetly.

Unlike the others, he wasn't kneeling. His long pink hair fluttered in the wind, casting shadows on his expressionless face, making him appear somewhat gloomy.

God of Light, look, even your main character is unhappy.

Wen Yubai withdrew his gaze, his face tense, staring straight ahead, waiting for the holy light to disappear.

This holy light is so long.

The golden light lasted for about three minutes before slowly dissipating, turning into countless tiny feathers of light that fell to the ground, and the clouds in the sky were pushed back down.

But people hadn't yet recovered from their frenzy; instead, they shifted their focus to the figure standing on the stage.

"It is the Holy Son! It is the God of Light who bestows blessings upon us through the Holy Son!"

"Praise be to the Holy Son! You are the embodiment of light!"

"Praise be to the Holy Son! Praise be to the Light!"

……

Knives came from all directions, layer upon layer, each one louder than the last.

Wen Yubai was at a loss for what expression to make. He looked at the sunset on the horizon, trying to distract himself.

I wonder if the God of Light lives on the sun, and if Hou Yi could shoot him with an arrow.

For no other reason than to let him see the real accuracy.

The high priest wiped away the tears on his face and saw the holy son, bathed in the afterglow of the miracle, with a serene expression.

It was as if the earth-shattering miracle that had just occurred had nothing to do with him.

The high priest felt a lump in his throat, and the tears he had just wiped away almost welled up again.

This composure, this calmness, this unwavering spirit even when Mount Tai collapses before you!

This is their family's holy son!

That's so heartening!