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

In the suburbs, the bookstore was packed with people.

This was in stark contrast to the desolation when Wen Yubai last visited, when there were more priests than commoners at the book copying shop.

Now, every desk is full of people, and some even stand next to the cabinet to copy texts because there are no seats available.

That's fine.

He saw that in the courtyard outside the book-copying room, there was a group of people using magic. Some people made small flames appear from their fingertips, some made pebbles float, and some used the wind to blow paper airplanes...

Although everything was incredibly simple, everyone was extremely excited, with exclamations and laughter rising and falling.

Wen Yubai stared blankly at the scene.

The high priest stood to his left, and the president of the magic association stood to his right. The two of them were laughing so hard that their back teeth were showing, and they were chatting enthusiastically, one after the other.

"High Priest, Holy Son, your temple's copying room has truly opened our eyes. You've actually come up with such a brilliant method to awaken magical talent."

"Not at all, it's all because the children have their own talents; the temple just provides a place for them."

The president of the Magic Association then smoothly transitioned into the main topic:

"High Priest, I've come to discuss something with you. Our Magic Association wishes to collaborate with the Temple of Light to host an introductory magic class!"

"You don't need to worry about the funding at all; it will all be covered by our Magic Association."

"We have only one small request: we hope that the Temple can send someone to provide guidance so that we can replicate this enlightenment model one-to-one."

The high priest had no reason to refuse; he was grinning from ear to ear.

"This is a good thing. By the light above, it is our temple's inescapable responsibility to provide guidance to children who yearn for the truth."

With elements scarce today, the magician community has declined and its numbers have shrunk dramatically. However, compared to the past, their status remains unattainable compared to ordinary people.

One of the main reasons for the decline of magicians is that too few people have awakened their talents.

This "few" is largely due to a lack of channels.

Knowledge has always been in the hands of the upper classes, and magic is no exception.

Not only is cultivation extremely difficult, but the threshold is also extremely high, making it unaffordable for ordinary families.

Children from ordinary families don't even have the opportunity to be exposed to such things; no matter how talented they are, they'll just rot in the mud.

The Magic Association had previously considered promoting education for the common people, but without successful experience, who would dare to invest a large sum of money to try and fail?

But things are different now!

The magic awakening rate in the Temple of Light's copying room is astonishingly high; they can just take it directly!

Why don't you just secretly remake it yourself?

Just kidding, the Magic Association has its pride too! What if someone learns it poorly and doesn't achieve the expected awakening rate? Who will take responsibility then?

Instead of figuring it out on my own, it would be better to cooperate directly with the Temple of Light, which would also give them their endorsement and increase the public's trust.

As long as we can increase the pool of magical talent, what's a little money?

The high priest was also very pleased.

He originally thought that if the labor market made a profit, the bookstore could just suffer a loss, but he never expected this.

The Holy Son truly did not intend for the Temple to suffer any loss.

Not only did the book copying shop make money, but it also became an incubator for magical talents, which is very meaningful.

Happiness varies from person to person. Wen Yubai felt a buzzing in his ears. It was one thing for these two to be happy, but they had to come and provoke him.

President of the Magic Association: "Your Holiness, this system was ultimately designed by you. I truly admire your foresight and courage."

The high priest followed up with a sarcastic remark: "Hey, this kid's mind works so fast, I can hardly keep up."

"Xiao E, the person in charge of this book copying shop, is doing a good job. Although the direction was set by the Holy Son, the implementation is entirely up to him. He truly deserves to be the talent handpicked by our Holy Son. As for me, the High Priest, I'm practically useless now."

Wen Yubai gritted his teeth and squeezed out, "Erebus did a good job."

He was so angry he wanted to hit someone.

To this day, he still doesn't understand how Erebus connected the Bookshop with the Awakening of Magic.

The high priest paused for a moment upon hearing the name.

"Is Little Erebus's name?"

"yes."

A strange look flashed across the high priest's face, but the magic president continued to praise the temple for its many talented people, pulling him aside.

"High Priest, let's find a place to discuss this in detail. There are still many details to discuss regarding our cooperation..."

Wen Yubai didn't go with them; he only wanted to settle accounts with the culprits.

He searched the book-copying room inside and out, but couldn't find Erebus anywhere.

He asked a priest on duty and learned that Erebus hadn't been here for several days.

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In a secluded apartment, the curtains were drawn tightly shut, preventing any light from getting in.

The black-haired man squatted in the corner. His hair, which had been neatly combed back, was now all over his forehead, covering most of his face.

A pair of dark red eyes stared blankly and listlessly at the floor in front of him.

He really couldn't understand how things had turned out this way.

The direction was clearly correct, but the result was completely opposite to what he had expected.

If the Dark High Priest found out, would he think he had been turned into a traitor by the Temple of Light?

Just as Erebus was silent and withdrawn, the tightly closed door was suddenly flung open with a loud bang.

He's set up restrictions, so who's coming to find him?

Erebus raised his head, squinted his red eyes, and stared blankly at the newcomer.

Light streamed in from the doorway, and a tall, slender figure stood backlit.

Wen Yubai stood at the door, slightly out of breath.

This place was so hard to find. He had to ask the bearded man to find out that Erebus lived in such a remote place. He had to go through several alleys before he finally found the house number.

He knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response from inside.

Worried that something had happened to Erebus, Wen Yubai had no choice but to break the magic circle's restrictions and barge in.

He walked up to Erebus, looked down at the dark figure huddled in the corner, and asked in a softer tone:

"Erebus, are you alright? I heard you've been staying indoors for days and haven't been to the library."

He hadn't even settled accounts with him yet, so why was Erebus acting all heartbroken and hiding at home?

Erebus looked up, his hair swaying, and squeezed out a reason from his throat: "It's nothing, I'm just too happy and want to relax at home."

Looking at his dejected appearance, Wen Yubai thought to herself:

You don't look happy at all.

Is it because there have been too many people at the bookstore lately, and Erebus has become a bit socially anxious?

Wen Yubai did not delve further into Erebus's emotions; he only wanted to figure out what was going on at the Book Copying House.

He asked what had happened at Erebus's copying room.

Erebus remained silent for a long time before recounting the events in a halting, confession-like tone.

It's probably those magical devices that are purchased; when they're running, they gather the surrounding elements and generate elemental fluctuations.

In this favorable environment, the children's concentration was much higher than before. While copying basic magic books, they were also affected by elemental fluctuations. Several children who already had magical talent actually awakened their abilities.

As more and more people began to learn, word spread, and even more people came to copy the books, and things completely spiraled out of control...

Wen Yubai took a deep breath, desperately trying to control his expression.

He regretted it.

Why did he suggest using a magical device? Why did he have to dig such a hole for himself?!

He silently retracted his thought of punching Erebus.

It turns out that he had wronged his good brother; the real culprit was this holy son who gave such terrible advice!

Erebus was also filled with regret.

I shouldn't have put those basic spellbooks on the shelf just to spend a little more money...

This is great; they've turned the Temple of Light into a magical enlightenment base.