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

Lovin turned his head as expected.

A faint ripple spread around him, and blue lights emerged from all directions, like phosphorescence slowly rising after being stirred in the deep sea.

These points of light converged and intertwined towards the center, eventually solidifying into the outline of a man.

Her short, dark blue hair was slightly messy and fell across her forehead, revealing a pair of emerald green eyes.

His collar was extremely low, exposing large areas of skin, and a belt was loosely tied around his waist, making him look unrestrained and wild, yet his face was strangely ascetic and aloof.

He exuded a contradictory and incongruous feeling.

"Cupid, who has always treated love as a game, you wouldn't happen to have fallen for me, would you?"

Upon hearing the word "moved", Lovin paused for a moment.

These two words have always belonged to others in his dictionary.

He had witnessed too many expressions of infatuation: some passionate, some humble, and some turning from love to hate after receiving no response...

But what does all this have to do with him? He only needs to lower his eyes and casually accept that burning love.

He has always enjoyed challenging relationships, and it is very fulfilling to watch those proud and aloof souls yearn for him and offer their hearts at his feet.

But now?

Something seems off.

Lovin remained silent for a moment, and when he looked up again, his expression had returned to its usual coldness and sarcasm, as if his earlier daze had been just an illusion.

"Order, are you the god of the sea? Why are you meddling in other people's business?"

The God of Order raised an eyebrow. "How do you know that the Sea God's authority is with me?"

Lovey-N's: ...

Let's talk somewhere else.

The God of Order crossed his arms, his posture as relaxed as if he were in his own backyard. "I won't move. If we move somewhere else, you'll probably attack me."

Under the watchful gaze of the light, neither of them would make a move, for neither could guarantee that the commotion they caused would awaken the sleeping light prematurely.

Seeing Lovin's increasingly cold expression, the Order Myth changed its tune, half-seriously and half-jokingly suggesting:

"God of Love, why don't you go and seduce the light? If you can truly make the light fall in love with you, you won't have to live in fear like you do now."

Lovin retorted, "Why don't you go? The power of desire is in your hands. I believe that with your abilities, you can definitely make the light unable to resist."

The God of Order: "How can I compare to your charm? All the gods have fought for you; I will never forget your great achievements."

Loven didn't respond to that sentence.

"Since you like bringing up the past so much, then we have nothing more to talk about."

He coldly uttered those words, not even sparing the other person a second glance, and his figure vanished from the spot.

The flippancy on the God of Order's face gradually faded, replaced by a faint sense of amusement.

interesting.

One by one, they all developed certain desires that they shouldn't have.

-

In the days that followed, Wen Yubai became very busy.

At first, it was all an act of being busy.

He didn't want to run into Lovin in the temple, so he went outside every day.

Today I'll take a stroll in the suburbs, tomorrow I'll visit the Magic Association, and the day after tomorrow I'll chat with Erebus about my life goals and how to make the Temple lose money... cough, how to make it develop even better.

He was truly at his wit's end with Lovin. He'd tried being cold and avoiding him, but the man was still relentlessly persistent.

He could only hope that the novelty of the protagonist would wear off quickly and that he would stop finding amusement in himself.

However, what he didn't know was that the reduced contact during the day was all made up for at night.

To prevent the evil God of Light from taking advantage of Wen Yubai's weakness and harming him in his sleep, Lovin protects him closely every night after Wen Yubai falls asleep.

Wen Yubai was completely unaware and slept soundly until dawn. He woke up feeling refreshed and energetic. He didn't have to deal with Lovien during the day, nor did he dream of the God of Light at night. His sleep quality was exceptionally good.

After the High Priest officially signed the cooperation agreement with the Magic Association, Wen Yubai's feigned busyness turned into genuine busyness.

The fact that the Book Copying Room can increase the probability of magical awakening has been verified by many parties and is now almost certain. The Magic Association has decided to join forces with the Temple of Light to replicate this model and roll it out in various places.

Led by the Magic Association, a magic enlightenment class was established, following the temple's philosophy, and was opened free of charge to approved civilians.

However, unlike before, the introductory class has a professional streaming mechanism: during the introductory process, once a child shows signs of awakening, they will be guided to the advanced class, where a formal instructor dispatched by the Magic Association will take over their subsequent teaching.

At the same time, the system does not exclude the wealthy, but they need to pay a "voluntary donation" fee, which will be used for the daily expenses of the enlightenment class.

Regardless of background, everyone can enroll, but it is strictly forbidden for wealthy individuals to skip the basic stage and directly pay to enter the advanced class.

This sparked considerable criticism within the upper echelons. Why should commoners not have to pay, while nobles do? What kind of logic is that?

However, the Temple and the Magic Association were surprisingly aligned on this matter.

Forget it, we can just not go for it. Nobody wants to step forward and challenge these two ancient powers.

This model requires a significant initial investment, with costs for everything from site selection and renovation of the introductory classes to daily operations and maintenance, and equipment upkeep.

Even so, the president of the Magic Association did not give up or settle for second best, but instead firmly insisted on replicating it one-to-one.

Because as long as you train a magician, the return on investment is quite considerable.

Based in Sun City, the Magic Association and the Temple of Light launched the first pilot program. The city lord strongly supported this initiative, believing it would greatly enhance the magical culture of Sun City, and even allocated them an extra piece of land.

The high priest was once again extremely busy, shuttling between various places to negotiate and cooperate, experiencing both joy and pain.

Unlike the direct profits from the labor field, there won't be much income on paper in the short term. However, as long as the enlightenment class succeeds and cultivates magical talents, the temple, as the source of this model, will see its reputation and influence snowball.

Wen Yubai and Erebus were also sent by the High Priest to the Magic Association to participate in the guidance work, striving to replicate the essence of the Copying Book House in the introductory class.

Erebus was in a bad mood because it was a one-to-one replica, leaving him little room to maneuver, and afterwards he was showered with compliments from the Magic Association.

"Mr. Erebus's design is truly ingenious; he is indeed the designer chosen by the Temple."

"How did you come up with this arrangement that can aggregate and generate more elemental fluctuations?"

Erebus was about to lose his composure.

When he looked up and saw the Holy Son of Light, who was also surrounded and praised, he remained calm and composed, exuding an otherworldly aura.

It was as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him.

This composure made Erebus's heart skip a beat; as expected, the Holy Son had already planned ahead.

Wen Yubai was actually in a daze, listening to the praises with a blank expression while watching the sun set on the horizon.

Another day has finally passed.

Every time these people praise him, it's like stabbing him in the back.

He's practically turned into a hedgehog!

In the evening, the two left the Magic Association and began their journey home.

Erebus naturally moved closer, half-embracing the Holy Son's shoulder, leaning a small portion of his weight against him.

He seemed a little weak.

Wen Yubai was used to it, his face expressionless, neither warm nor pushing him away.

This has been the case for the past few days. Erebus's reason is that seeing too many people makes his legs weak.

Wen Yubai thought to himself: No wonder Erebus is so low-key and unwilling to be famous, so that's why he has this problem.

When there are many people around, my legs go weak and I need someone to help me walk back. If I were pushed to the front of the stage, wouldn't I have a breakdown on the spot?

Wen Yubai felt that it wouldn't be a big deal to lean on him, so he let him be.

While the Holy Son was distracted, Erebus quickly moved closer for a moment, his nose almost touching the collar.

Before being discovered, he quickly moved away, pretending to be watching the sunset.

Hmm, the sun smells nice today too.