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

The God of Light has not entered that little believer's dream for a long time.

It seems that an invisible barrier has been erected between Him and His believers, though it is unclear when it began.

He wondered if the previous conversation had been too presumptuous and frightened him, causing the child to resort to some secret means to resist Him.

Until tonight, that barrier disappeared, and the God of Light once again pulled him into his dream.

In my dream, there was still that endless grassland, those soft, drifting clouds, and the warm sunlight shining down.

Perhaps it is because He reclaimed the authority of the forest god, and as a result, came to like these simple and vibrant things.

His white robes trailed through the grass as he stood by the babbling brook, his golden eyes reflecting the approaching figure.

This young believer was different; he was bolder than before, walking straight up to Him and naturally expressing his desires without needing His guidance.

At first, it was normal and devout, expressing a longing for light. But as they talked, the suppressed emotions began to seep out little by little, and that pure faith gradually changed.

He recounted the torment of receiving no response, praying that the light would watch over him and embrace him...

He spoke too hastily and incoherently, and by the end he was almost choking up.

The God of Light listened quietly.

He has heard countless prayers from all over the world: some want endless wealth, some pray for healing from illness, some crave supreme status, some only ask for their loved ones to change their minds, and some wish for their enemies to die a horrible death...

He is never stingy with these prayers, as long as they are sincere enough.

The God of Light was very good to the believers, just as the hymn says, "Light is merciful and generous."

But now, He felt a little troubled, because what this little believer said seemed to have gone too far.

He should have ignored it, but faced with those eyes, he hesitated.

The believer's voice suddenly stopped, and he raised his hand and brazenly grasped the god's hand.

The God of Light did not dodge; he simply took her hand and pressed it against a slightly flushed cheek.

He raised his eyes, and his usually calm and composed eyes were filled with tears, his eyelashes glistening.

It was as if she could no longer bear it, abandoned all pretense, and laid bare her morbid, long-suppressed yearning before Him.

"I want you," he said.

Perhaps because the God of Light did not immediately withdraw his hand, the believers took this silence as acquiescence.

He took advantage of the situation, turning his head to the side, his cheek rubbing against the god's palm with longing, his lips brushing against the tiger's mouth, each touch accompanied by a cautious tremor, as if the god was his only salvation in this world.

Suddenly, the images of those fallen gods flashed through the mind of the God of Light.

Driven by love and desire, they went mad, their faces contorted in rage, fighting each other irrationally, sinking into despair, and ultimately falling one by one into the abyss of destruction.

The God of Light wondered, if his desires were not satisfied, would this little believer also fall into eternal damnation like those fallen gods?

The God of Light is uncertain.

But He didn't want to see that outcome.

Then, a wave of flowers surged across the grass, and the vines that had been quietly creeping among the blades of grass suddenly raised their stems and climbed upwards along the direction of the sunlight.

They climb and entwine tirelessly, gently swallowing all struggles and gasps.

The entire dream was permeated with the fragrance of flowers, so sweet it was almost intoxicating.

In those hymns that have been sung repeatedly by countless people over the centuries, the light is praised as all-knowing and all-powerful.

The God of Light lowered his eyes, feeling the trembling in his palm, and thought helplessly, there was one thing He might not be so good at.

-

Erebus also had a beautiful dream.

In his dream, he used his intelligence to wreak havoc on the Temple of Light, causing it to suffer enormous losses. The temple was so poor that it almost had to sell the statues in the Prayer Plaza to raise money.

The High Priest of Light was trembling with rage and blamed the Holy Son for his poor judgment of character.

Just as the Son of Light was being berated and was on the verge of collapse, Erebus stepped forward, grabbed the Son of Light, and led his men in a forced breakout, escaping the Temple of Light.

The annoying chosen one tried to stop him, but was severely injured by the dark magic he casually unleashed, and his true identity was exposed in public.

This series of actions caused an uproar throughout the Temple of Light, and the High Priest was so angry that he almost vomited blood and fainted on the spot.

And he, the great Dark Prince, returned to the Dark Temple in a high-profile and flamboyant manner. The dark priests greeted him with the utmost piety, and the Dark High Priest praised him lavishly, saying that he would hand over the temple to him on the spot.

Erebus declined for the time being, as he needed to properly counsel the Son of Light.

Finally, with his companionship and patient guidance, the Holy Son of Light recognized the evil of light, embraced darkness, and joined him in building the Dark Temple.

From then on, the dark faith swept across the world like wildfire.

After fulfilling his life's ambition, Erebus took the Son of Light on a journey of adventure and enjoyment...

In reality, Erebus, who was on his makeshift bed on the floor, rolled over and his smile never left his face.

-

Wen Yubai's dream was very similar to Erebus's dream.

In his dream, what he did at the temple was a series of defeats, yet he kept fighting on despite the setbacks. He squandered most of the temple's wealth, and the high priest, furious, chased after him with account books, cursing him.

At the critical moment, Lovin, like a god, turned the tide and brought the temple back to life, becoming its savior and gaining the favor of the God of Light.

He then naturally betrayed the Temple of Light and joined the Temple of Darkness.

Everything went incredibly smoothly.

……

Wen Yubai lay on the bed with relaxed eyebrows and eyes, his sleeping face serene and without a trace of gloom. His black hair was softly scattered on the pillow, making his face even more handsome.

The God of Order stood aside, watching incredulously.

The dreams of gods are not to be explored, but mortals can see them as they please.

The God of Order completely broke free from Wen Yubai's dream.

He looked down at Wen Yubai, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, and couldn't help but marvel at the young man's unguarded sleeping face.

So funny.

Who would have thought that this seemingly devout Son of Light secretly desired to ruin the temple and then comfortably embrace the darkness?

What is this? A follower of darkness has become a holy child of light?

If the God of Light finds out about this...

That scene must be amazing.

The God of Order couldn't help but laugh.

No god is immune to the wrath of betrayal. Mortals may not know the severity of the consequences of angering the light, but the gods of order know all too well.

However, if he can believe in darkness, can he also believe in order?

The thought of the Holy Son of Light devoutly professing his faith before me... just imagining that scene...

The God of Order felt incredibly satisfied.