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

Since Erebus lived in a remote old apartment area, and the daily commute was very tiring, Wen Yubai suggested that he simply move to the Temple of Light.

It was supposed to be a simple matter, but the high priest hesitated for a long time before reluctantly nodding.

Wen Yubai didn't think much of it, assuming that the High Priest felt that Erebus wasn't a member of the Temple and it wasn't appropriate for him to live there, hence his concerns.

Erebus thought the Son of Light was just mentioning it casually, but he didn't expect that the Son of Light was serious and actually arranged a room for him in the Temple of Light.

Having moved into the headquarters of the Temple of Light, are you still worried about not finding an opportunity to cause trouble?

Erebus moved into the Temple of Light with extremely pleasant feelings, but on the very night he moved in, he encountered something not so pleasant.

That night, Erebus tossed and turned, too excited to sleep. He got up and decided to go find the Son of Light to see if he was asleep and whether they should take a walk together.

The door opened quickly after only two knocks.

Standing behind the door was not his good brother, the Holy Son, but Lovin.

Her long pink hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, her collar was slouching, and there was a faint smile on her lips, like a kind of satiated satisfaction that she was too lazy to restrain herself.

It's like... just finished enjoying something delicious.

Erebus was completely stunned.

He subconsciously tilted his head and glanced at the door number.

That's right, it's the room of the Holy Son of Light.

Then he looked back at Lovey-Jones.

What's this guy doing here?!

Erebus's expression immediately changed. He knew Lovin was no good, but he didn't expect him to be so presumptuous in the temple.

He immediately tried to rush in, but an invisible force came towards him, easily pushing Erebus back two steps.

Loven leaned against the doorframe, looking at him with her eyes downcast.

"He's asleep, don't disturb him."

After saying that, he slammed the door shut.

No matter how much Erebus knocked on the door, or even secretly used magic, he couldn't budge it an inch.

Erebus felt a chill run down his spine.

Lovin's magical skills are probably no less than his.

He couldn't make too much of a commotion, since he was a dark mage, and if the magical fluctuations were too intense, the people in the temple might notice something was wrong.

Go find the High Priest? No, his identity is in Lovin's hands. If Lovin exposes him directly, he probably won't be able to leave the temple alive.

Unable to come up with a good solution, Erebus crouched down against the wall and eavesdropped all night.

Fortunately, I didn't hear anything strange.

But this did not reassure Erebus much.

-

The next morning, Wen Yubai walked out of the room in high spirits and neat clothes, only to be startled when he saw Erebus with dark circles under his eyes.

"Erebus, why are your dark circles so bad? Didn't you sleep well?"

Erebus wanted to tell him about what happened to Lovin last night, but he swallowed the words back.

He worried that once the truth came out, Lovin would stop pretending altogether, and wouldn't the Holy Son be in even greater danger then?

"Hmm...more or less, I'm having some trouble sleeping," he mumbled in response.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Wen Yubai didn't press him for details, but told him he could catch up on his sleep and go to the Magic Association in the afternoon.

Erebus's heart felt as sweet and soft as if it had been soaked in honey water.

Watching the Holy Son's departing figure, Erebus made up his mind:

He will protect the innocence of the Holy Son of Light!

-

That evening.

Wen Yubai had been busy all day and had just finished showering and dried her hair when she heard a knock on the door.

He opened the door and saw Erebus standing there holding a blanket. The usually proud and aloof man had a shifty look in his eyes, revealing a rare hint of shyness.

"Holy Son, may I sleep on the floor in your room? Uh, it's my first time staying at the Temple, and I'm a little unaccustomed to it..."

Looking at his face, which was clearly embarrassed but was trying hard not to show any fear, Wen Yubai suddenly remembered when she went to find him in that secluded apartment, he was huddled in a corner, looking withdrawn.

It's likely that Erebus had insomnia last night because he felt insecure in an unfamiliar environment.

"Can."

Wen Yubai stepped aside to clear the doorway.

The process of sleeping on the floor ended quickly.

Wen Yu was indeed quite tired during the day, and coupled with his low guard against Erebus, he soon fell into a deep sleep.

But Erebus, who was sleeping on the ground, was wide awake.

The room was extremely quiet. He lay there with his eyes open in the darkness for a while before carefully turning to the side and looking towards the bed in the dim light.

The Holy Son slept in a very proper posture, with the blanket pulled up to his shoulders, his black hair spread out on the pillow, and his breathing steady and long.

Erebus's heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something.

This feeling was so unfamiliar that it made him somewhat flustered, yet he couldn't bear to look away.

-

Every night, Lovin would come to protect the Holy Son of Light, but tonight was different; he was stopped by a certain god.

Lovin's face was cold, and his icy blue eyes were filled with undisguised ferocity. He sensed the atmosphere in Yu Bai's room and had no mood to deal with the person in front of him.

"Get out of my way, I don't have time to fight you."

The God of Order, always eager for a good show, wore a sly and amused smile on his handsome face.

"Cupid, your murderous intent is practically overflowing."

"If you go in now, what will you do? Kill him?"

Lovin did not answer.

The God of Order states a fact that is known to all:

"God of Love, you know you can't kill Him with your abilities. So why go in and make a fool of yourself?"

Lovin's expression grew increasingly gloomy, and his hands, which had been hanging at his sides, clenched together.

He was right. Even if he went in, Lovin wouldn't be able to kill him. Instead, he might alert the sleeping God of Light, and the situation would only get out of control.

But Lovey-Nynn was really unhappy.

This emotion, which runs counter to reason, is stuck in my chest, churning and surging, with no way out.

Lovin raised his eyes and said, "Order, before the light awakens, killing the darkness is our only way out."

"This is something we both know, so why won't you cooperate with me?"

The God of Order stared at Lovin for a moment, as if confirming something, then chuckled softly.

"Is that so? But I think that tempting the light to fall is more likely to succeed."

Lovin scoffed, "Your brain has truly been corrupted by the power of desire."

The God of Order wasn't annoyed. He shrugged indifferently and said innocently, "With your attitude, it's really difficult for me to cooperate with you."

His manner made it seem as if he was shifting all the blame onto Lovin.

Kloven has never been one to fall for that.

The God of Order is best at shifting responsibility and then righteously imposing punishment, just like the God of Light—utterly hypocritical.

It was like this a thousand years ago, and it is even more disgusting to Him a thousand years later.

"The power of wisdom is in your hands; you are squandering it and can't even see your own situation clearly."

Lovin leaned forward, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"Since you've rejected my proposal, then forget it. Anyway, no matter what my fate is, I guarantee you'll die before me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lovein's figure disappeared from the spot.

The God of Order was not angry at the God of Love's veiled threat; He simply found it amusing.

He chuckled softly.

"Do you have to be so narcissistic? It's not like I can't live without you. Aren't there better options?"

In the blink of an eye, the God of Order appeared in the bedroom of the Holy Son of Light.

The God of Order raised his right hand, and two strands of red light appeared at his fingertips. The power of authority flowed between his fingers with a seductive rhythm.

The light filaments silently seeped into the bodies of Wen Yubai and Erebus.