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

The first batch of meditation crystal balls is now officially on sale.

Just as Wen Yubai had envisioned, apart from fervent believers in the light, a small group of dark-style fortune tellers, and philanthropists with too much money to spend, almost no one paid any attention.

Some fortune tellers even complained in their circles that ever since they switched to this black ball, customers complained that their balls didn't glow and their fortune telling was no longer accurate.

The core slogan of the meditation crystal ball is "In darkness, with the heart turned toward the light." When people first heard this, they were all confused. Some even took it as a joke and wondered if the Temple of Light was just playing around.

However, since the temple did not do much promotion, the hype quickly died down, and there were not many people left who were mocking it. Sales continued to decline over time.

The high priest was troubled.

He secretly bought one of each of the different models of crystal balls at his own expense and placed them on the shelf in his bedroom.

I pondered over them every night, but I couldn't really discern any profound meaning.

Because sales were so dismal, the high priest equipped all the priests' bedrooms with one.

This way, they can find a reason to claim that the product is for internal use within their own temple, so it's sold in limited quantities. It's not that they can't sell it, but that they never intended to sell more.

The high priest was also considering whether to send the chosen ones out to spread the word and swindle some suckers... oh no, not exactly suckers.

This crystal ball is made of luminescent minerals, it's absolutely made of the real thing, it just doesn't emit light and isn't very useful.

The high priest sighed, hoping that the holy son would not be discouraged by this matter.

But to his surprise, when the Holy Son came to him, although he was still indifferent on the surface, his brows were relaxed, his steps were light, and he showed no sign of dejection.

The high priest examined him carefully for a few moments, confirming that the holy son was genuinely in a good mood and not faking it.

This kind of mindset is not something that ordinary people can have.

The high priest began to feel gratified again.

He was not discouraged by setbacks, nor swayed by criticism; he truly deserves to be called our holy son!

Wen Yubai was unaware of the high priest's inner turmoil; he had come with serious business.

"High Priest, I have already figured out how to arrange things for the wealthy people who participated in the labor as the prayer altar is nearing completion."

"It just so happens that the logistics system set up by Bishop Dickens is now fully operational. These wealthy people can be assigned to logistics stations in various places to do voluntary work and speed up the transportation of the crystal balls they produce to warehouses and shops in various places."

The high priest was somewhat bewildered after hearing this.

He actually supported keeping the new pilgrimage rules, but he couldn't understand why people were being assigned to logistics stations in various places.

If you say that the crystal balls are selling very well and the supply can't meet the demand, so you need manpower to transport and distribute them, then that's perfectly fine.

But now the sales of crystal balls are so dismal, only a few are sold a day.

The high priest carefully considered his words before speaking: "The first batch of crystal balls shouldn't require so many people, right?"

Wen Yubai replied confidently, "High Priest, you can rest assured. I have already instructed Miss Dale to expedite production and Bishop Dickens to further expand the logistics network."

"Our temple is committed to ensuring that users receive their goods in the shortest possible time after placing their orders!"

The high priest seemed to hear the sound of gold coins flowing away, and almost choked on his breath.

If nobody's buying, what's the point of manufacturing them?!

Are they just going to sit in the warehouse collecting dust?

But seeing the expectation in the Holy Son's eyes, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

After a moment's thought, the high priest gritted his teeth and said:

"Alright, since you've made up your mind, let's do it your way."

It's nothing, just a small loss.

The chosen ones have had enough rest; it's time for them to continue shining brightly for the temple!

Wen Yubai: ...

He thought the high priest had gone mad.

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't one scold oneself for blindly expanding, being overly ambitious, and wasting money on one's own initiative, and then decisively stop?

Why do I keep letting myself mess around like this?

Alas, the opportunity to cut losses was right in front of him, but the High Priest couldn't seize it.

-

Wen Yubai was in a great mood after finishing his work.

Knowing that Erebus had gone back to his apartment last week and wondered how he was recovering, he decided to go and check on his good friend.

Wen Yubai went to the outskirts of the city and arrived at Erebus's secluded apartment. He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Knock knock".

The door opened quickly this time, but Wen Yubai was startled when he saw who opened it.

Erebus looked even more haggard than before.

His black hair was disheveled and hung on his forehead. There were two obvious dark circles under his eyes, his pupils were empty, and he looked dazed and absent-minded.

Wen Yubai called him several times before he finally responded slowly:

"morning."

Wen Yubai looked up at the orange-red sunset on the horizon, feeling a mix of emotions.

Erebus's mental state is also not quite normal now.

Could it be that he was severely impacted by the dismal sales of the meditation crystal ball? After all, he contributed to the design of the crystal ball, and yet it sold so poorly...

No, he couldn't let his good brother continue to be so depressed.

He needs to take Erebus out for a walk, let him experience nature, and breathe some fresh air.

-

Erebus thought that leaving the temple and returning to his dark apartment would bring him peace of mind.

But reality was quite the opposite. The darkness made his mind unusually active, repeatedly replaying his moments with the Holy Son of Light and the words of the Chosen One.

The Holy Son truly cares for those favored by God. He will take care of them when they are sick and even gives them his own room and bed.

But what about me?

They could only sleep on the floor.

Erebus suddenly felt very wronged, but he didn't know why.

He took out the magic conch from his spatial ring, wanting to ask the high priest if he was sick and why he was acting so strangely.

"High Priest, I..."

But when the words were about to come out, he realized he really was sick.

He's only just taken office as the Dark Prince, and his career hasn't even made a ripple yet. How could he let something like this happen...?

So embarrassing.

So Erebus took a deep breath, changed his tune, and forced himself to cheer up.

"High Priest, everything is going well for me. Just wait and see what the Temple of Light has to offer!"

After saying this, Erebus stuffed the conch shell into his spatial ring and continued to wither away alone in the darkness.

He only opened the door blankly when there was a knock, and then froze instantly.

The person outside the door was bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, their lips moving as if they were saying something.

Erebus stared at that face, not hearing a single word.

By the time he came to his senses, he had already followed the Holy Son of Light into the mountains.

The Holy Son of Light did not take him to any bustling town, but went directly into the deep mountains and stayed in the wooden cabin of the temple's field training.

The wooden cabin is nestled halfway up the mountain, surrounded by mountains on all sides. A stream flows in front of the door, its waters gurgling. Opening the window reveals the rolling mountains and sea of ​​clouds.

Beside the Son of Light, Erebus found himself gradually relaxing, ceasing his wandering thoughts and focusing on the present moment.

Nothing major happens in the mountains.

That afternoon, they spread a cloth on the grass, and Wen Yubai lay on it with his eyes closed, enjoying the warm winter sun.

Erebus sat to one side, one leg bent, elbow resting on his knee, watching him quietly.

Sunlight filters through the intertwined branches and leaves, dancing gently on the person's eyebrows, nose, and lips, flickering with the swaying of the leaves.

Although the Holy Son of Light wasn't particularly enthusiastic towards him, their interactions were always lukewarm, and they spoke very little along the way.

But Erebus felt that he had never enjoyed the sunlight as much as he did now.

He was so engrossed in watching that he couldn't help but move closer.

Erebus's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed.

I don't think I ate enough for lunch...

want to eat.