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

That night, Sun City was in an uproar as news of the divine blessing spread at an astonishing speed.

From aristocratic estates to commoners' taverns, from bustling shops to street vendors, everyone is talking about today's miracle.

Inside the temple, the atmosphere was even more intense than outside.

Almost all the priests in the temple gathered in the prayer hall to offer devout night prayers to the gods and give thanks for His blessings.

In the very center of the hall stands a miniature statue of the God of Light, identical to the one in Prayer Plaza, only scaled down several times.

Standing lamps were placed around the hall, emitting a soft glow that made the entire hall appear solemn and dignified.

The prayer hall was spacious, with not many tables. In front of the statue was an open space with mats on the ground.

The priests moved in perfect unison, kneeling on the cushions, their devotion more fervent and passionate than any of their routine prayers.

Because today, they powerfully proved to the world that the God of Light has never abandoned them.

After countless years of silence, in a time when faith has withered, the God of Light has once again descended to bless them—this is the best sign!

From this day forward, the faith in light will surely flourish even more and will eventually return to its former glory.

And all of this...

Everyone's eyes, whether openly or secretly, were fixed on the figure kneeling in the front row.

This is all because of their holy son!

Countless fervent and worshipful gazes were focused on Wen Yubai.

Wen Yubai knelt in front, his hands folded on his knees, feeling extremely uncomfortable, as if he were sitting on pins and needles.

He hung his head, wishing he could shrink into a crack in the floor.

He was wrong, really wrong.

He thought the supporting characters in the book were hindering him from completing his mission, but he never expected that his biggest enemies were the main characters.

Especially this unreliable God of Light!

They send down miracles without considering the occasion or choosing the right time. They don't do anything productive all day long; all they do is cause trouble!

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In the darkness of night, a dormant divine consciousness was awakened once more.

Since giving the reward to that special believer, He had fallen into a deep slumber, and He was only awakened again today when the reward was used.

The God of Light's gaze pierced through the void and landed on the black-haired youth.

In this space, everyone was caught up in excitement and agitation, but the young man alone appeared unusually calm, with no joy in his eyes, but rather a faint sense of melancholy.

The God of Light was very confused.

He gave him such a great reward, bestowing upon him a magnificent miracle and unparalleled glory as he blessed people.

Isn't this the divine grace that His believers have always dreamed of, the favoritism and glory that everyone yearns for?

But why wasn't he happy at all after receiving the honor?

Driven by this intense curiosity, and amidst the prayers and praises of countless believers, the God of Light finally heard the young man's deepest longing:

God of Light, could you please stop causing trouble...?

God of Light:?

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Inside a secluded apartment.

The light was dim, with only a single magical wall lamp emitting a cold glow, making Erebus appear even more austere.

He sat at the table, his hands clasped together, his brows slightly furrowed.

He was reflecting.

He was wrong, really wrong.

The Dark Temple received the news immediately after a Chosen One suddenly appeared in the Temple of Light.

Rumor has it that this chosen one of the gods is exceptionally beautiful and incredibly charming, attracting a group of fervent followers wherever he goes.

Erebus felt that this chosen one of the gods would be the most dangerous weapon for the Temple of Light to consolidate its faith.

As the newly crowned Dark Prince, he had always regarded this chosen one as his number one enemy.

Erebus set two goals for himself on this trip to the Land of Light:

The primary objective was to infiltrate the temple and sabotage it when the opportunity arose; the secondary objective was to eliminate any potential threat posed by the chosen ones.

But to everyone's surprise, his biggest enemy was not Lovin at all, but the unassuming and unassuming Holy Son of Light!

Erebus's gaze fell on a point in the void.

His thoughts drifted involuntarily, but his memory was excellent, and at this moment his mind was filled with every little detail of his time with the Holy Son of Light.

Yu Bai and I are so compatible.

Their ideas coincided, and their thought processes for getting things done were exactly the same. Sometimes they didn't even need to speak; they could follow each other's train of thought and even apply what they learned to other situations.

How can I describe that feeling?

They're so in sync, they're practically a match made in heaven... cough.

But why is it that they're from the opposing camp?

Erebus sighed with some melancholy and took out the magical conch shell that he had been shielding from his spatial ring.

You don't even need to listen to guess that there are at least ten recordings inside.

As soon as he infused it with magic, the conch shell emitted the anxious voice of the Dark High Priest:

"Erebus! Where are you? It's too dangerous out there, get back to the temple right now!"

One message after another, all containing similar urgings for him to go home.

Erebus has an astonishingly high affinity for dark elements, making him a genius that comes along only once in a century. Therefore, he has been protected ever since he was found by the Dark High Priest.

He wasn't allowed to go here or touch there, as if they were afraid he'd get hurt outside.

Erebus has no memory of the past. He is grateful for the care of the Dark High Priest, but he is also troubled.

He is not a fragile person; he also wants to make a name for himself, contribute to the construction of the Dark Temple, destroy the Temple of Light, and let the name of darkness resound throughout the continent!

With this in mind, Erebus made up his mind, picked up the conch shell, and replied briefly:

"High Priest, I've already infiltrated the Temple of Light. I'll report back to you after I've accomplished something! You can rest assured!"

Even if his opponent is an outstanding and powerful figure like the Holy Son, Erebus will never easily admit defeat!

That night, Erebus tossed and turned, unable to sleep, so he took out the plan to modify the luminous mine and thought about it carefully again.

Hmm! We can do something else to make the Temple lose even more money!

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Wen Yubai lay in bed, tossing and turning as well.

Even though my body is exhausted, my mind refuses to shut down. I feel a chill down my spine, as if someone is plotting against me.

Could it be Bishop Dickens and the High Priest? Did they just finish up the bodybuilding competition and are now up to some mischief?

No, he must go and investigate tomorrow, just in case.

Having made up his mind, Wen Yubai turned over in bed and finally drifted off to sleep.

Then he felt himself falling.

Finally, with a "plop," it fell into a golden hot spring.

He instinctively gasped and reached out to grab something, but his fingers only slipped through the soft water as he sank.

What the hell?