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

The sudden popularity of the meditation crystal ball caught Wen Yubai off guard. On the surface, it seemed hopeless, but he felt he could still make a move.

He really couldn't stand those scalpers who took advantage of the situation. Rather than letting these people make money they shouldn't, he'd rather let the Temple make it.

Wen Yubai approached the High Priest and proposed implementing purchase limits and pre-orders, limiting each person to no more than three items. He also noted that goods were currently in short supply, so it would be best to restrict each person's eligibility to purchase.

The high priest had no objection; he also felt that this behavior should indeed be addressed.

Those who truly need the goods can't buy them, while speculators are making a fortune. They really should be curbed.

After reporting to the High Priest, Wen Yubai contacted Little Mustache and handed over the specific details to him for drafting and execution.

Little Beard was troubled after receiving the task. The Holy Son asked him to find a way to restrict everyone's purchasing privileges. He scratched his head for a long time but couldn't come up with a good solution.

He had no choice but to seek help from Bishop Dickens.

Dickens pondered for a moment and came up with an idea.

"We need to consider the Son's words in the context of reality. Think about it, when the Son implemented the new pilgrimage regulations, he asked us to select the most devout believers, right?"

"Shouldn't the products launched by our temple prioritize meeting the most devout believers of the Light, so that believers can receive warmth?"

"Since both the labor field and the book copying shop have contribution records, we can sort them according to this, and those who are more devout in their faith in the light will have priority in purchasing."

The man with the mustache slapped his thigh: "Hey, that's right! That's a great idea!"

Dickens said earnestly, "The Son has always encouraged us to think more and actively seek solutions. You should also use your brain more in the future and learn to apply what you've learned to other situations."

"Oh dear, I was too slow and didn't grasp it in time. I will definitely learn more from you, Bishop, in the future."

After a deep self-reflection, the little mustache immediately went to work.

This sparked renewed interest in temple pilgrimage, with those who were previously uninterested flocking to the labor field or bookstore to check in in order to buy crystal balls.

By the time Wen Yubai found out, it was too late.

This game is beyond saving.

He told Dale to continue increasing the production of meditation crystal balls, and that there was no rush with the fully automated light prayer machine; they could take their time.

He doesn't want to suffer any more setbacks this year.

-

As the temperature dropped day by day, Wen Yubai put on thicker winter clothes.

The white robe was replaced with a thicker double-layered woolen fabric, with a stand-up collar that covered the neck and the neckline fastened with a minimalist gold sun-shaped button, not revealing even a sliver of excess skin.

But paired with his indifferent face, it actually aroused a secret impulse in people.

When Erebus first saw him wearing this outfit, he stared at him for several seconds.

Wen Yubai felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. "What's wrong?"

Erebus then snapped out of his daze, looked away, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"It's nothing."

Wen Yubai thought he liked his clothes, so she also made him a set of winter clothes, but in black, to distinguish them from the priests' clothes.

When Erebus received the clothes, his ears involuntarily burned, and before he could even process what was happening, he asked a pointless question:

"This is... for me?"

Wen Yubai nodded. "It's getting cold. I saw you staring at my clothes for a long time that day, so I thought you liked this style."

"You've worked hard these past few days, this is just a small token of appreciation from the Temple."

Erebus held the clothes, unsure of what to say.

He didn't think the clothes were nice.

-

The day the chosen ones returned from their mission, the first snow of winter fell.

The snowflakes began to fall in the early morning, and by morning a thin layer had accumulated, turning the stone pavement of Temple Square into a mottled white.

The carriages of the chosen ones stopped in front of the temple, followed by several wagons loaded with treasures, all donated by believers from various places and admirers of the chosen ones.

As Lovin stepped down from the carriage, snowflakes fell on his pink hair, making him appear even more unreal, so beautiful that it was almost unbearable to look at. Everyone involuntarily gasped.

The high priest's eyes lit up as he looked at the several carts of gifts behind him, wishing he could count them all on the spot.

But Lovin's expression remained indifferent, devoid of emotion. His gaze casually swept across the crowd until he saw the Holy Son of Light, at which point he broke into a smile.

Wen Yubai averted his gaze and turned to talk to Erebus beside him.

Lovin's smile faded, and a thin layer of frost covered his eyes.

They went to the monument of faith as usual.

Lovin didn't speak, but stood quietly in front of the monument, and the monument of faith lit up a lot, with the light slowly flowing along the patterns on the surface.

With just one last short segment remaining, all the threads will be fully illuminated.

Everyone present gasped in amazement.

Although it didn't have the same awe-inspiring miracle as the Holy Son's, it was still quite amazing that the chosen one could simply stand there and do nothing for the stone tablet to automatically light up significantly.

As expected of someone favored by the gods.

They didn't notice that Lloyd's expression was not good, except for Wen Yubai.

Because of the shadow cast by the God of Light last time, Wen Yubai didn't want to look at the Monument of Faith any longer, so he glanced down and saw Lovin's strange expression.

There was no smile on his face; his delicate features seemed shrouded in gloom, giving off an inexplicable air of melancholy.

-

This time, Lovin, upon his return, did not pester the Holy Son of Light as before, and was rarely seen even in the temple.

Wen Yubai was pleased with this, as the protagonist's attention was finally no longer on him.

Even the God of Light hasn't entered his dreams during this period.

Wen Yubai slept much more peacefully. Sure enough, luck was on his side. Although he made money for the temple, the main storyline was back on track.

But tonight is different.

In his sleep, Wen Yubai felt someone gently poking his cheek with their fingertips.

The young man's eyelashes trembled, but his body reacted before his brain could, grabbing the offending finger.

The other person's fingertips froze for a moment in his palm, seemingly not expecting him to strike directly.

Wen Yubai opened his eyes and saw a pair of emerald green eyes. He was wearing clothes that were out of season, hanging loosely on his body as if they might slip off at any moment.

The neckline was wide open, and an intricate gemstone chain dangled between her collarbones, refracting delicate light.

Wen Yubai, with a tense expression, released his grip and pulled the blanket up a little.

"The God of Order?"

Before he could even process the shock of this deity's sudden visit, the deity's words jolted him completely awake.

"My dear son, your good friend Erebus is facing a life-threatening crisis."

"Would you like to go for a walk with me and see him?"