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

There was no arrow on Lovin's bow.

But as he drew back the bowstring, a burning, deep pink arrow materialized out of thin air from the bowstring, slightly distorting the surrounding air.

Then, He released His grip, and the arrow, trailing a long, fiery tail and accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, shot towards a certain direction deep within the forest.

"boom!"

Space shattered, and the place that was originally empty was now like a shattered mirror, with several dark cracks appearing.

Immediately afterwards, a tall, slender figure strolled out of the shattered space as if taking a leisurely walk.

His robes were loose and baggy, with the collar wide open, and several jeweled chains dangling between his collarbones, as if he had just hastily left a dissolute party.

The God of Order curled his lips into a smile, his emerald eyes filled with mockery.

"We've been discovered."

He chuckled softly, but there was no trace of embarrassment in his tone at being caught.

"You wield the power of desire with remarkable skill." Lovin drew his bow again, arrow aimed directly at the God of Order's brow, his voice icy. "Enjoying the show?"

"I just added fuel to the fire, I didn't expect you to be ignited so easily."

The God of Order casually raised his hand, his fingertips lightly tracing a line in the air.

A very thin red thread was then drawn out from Lovin's body.

The red thread was as thin as a spider's silk, one end floating on His fingertip, the other end disappearing into Loven's chest.

He lowered his head, admiring the irregularly pulsating red line.

"Cupid, if you yearn for it so much, why don't you continue?"

"You're in pain? That's strange. Does Cupid suffer because of love? I thought love was your exclusive weapon, something you used to hurt others, not to hurt yourself."

"Shut up!"

With a wave of his hand, Lovin severed the red thread, which instantly dissipated into countless points of light.

But the God of Order clearly had no intention of shutting up.

"What, did I say something wrong?"

His tilted head posture was so infuriating, it was like adding fuel to the fire.

Lovin couldn't take it anymore.

He drew the bowstring taut, and the arrow tore through the air, transforming into countless streaks of light that swept towards the God of Order, annihilating him.

The God of Order flickered, but an arrow still grazed his robes. He glanced down at the charred edge of the fabric and clicked his tongue softly.

"So angry?"

Lovin had no time to respond; his attacks grew increasingly fierce, each move carrying an undisguised killing intent.

It's not a question of whether He can win or not; it's that He really wants to tear the mouth of Order apart right now.

The God of Order was not one to stand idly by and take a beating. He put away his frivolousness, and a silver-gray blade appeared in his palm as he met the attack head-on.

The two gods were locked in a fierce battle in the sky above the forest, creating wave after wave of shockwaves.

The aftershocks of the collision of divine forces completely destroyed the upper half of the ancient tree, and the trunk and rubble were swept into the air and then scattered down.

They fought for a long time, but neither could gain the upper hand.

"Order, it's one thing if you refuse to cooperate with me, but why are you getting in my way? Are you insane?"

Lovin attacked while questioning her.

The God of Order did not answer; it was a very stupid question.

He personally seized the power of desire from the God of Love. If the God of Love, with his pitiful mind, truly believed in the God of Love's "win-win cooperation," then he would truly be insane.

During a brief moment of evasion, He took the initiative to start a new topic.

"Why are you suppressing your power? What deal did you make with the light?"

Loven's movements faltered.

The God of Order did not overlook this moment of abnormality.

"Let me guess... How do you know the light is about to awaken? Because you've dedicated all your faith to the light; you are its nourishment, aren't you?"

The God of Order dodged the God of Love's furious attack, a meaningful smile curving his lips, and sincerely praised:

"You are truly a bright and good dog."

"However, I'm curious, can a dog out-bite its owner?"

To compare a high and mighty god to a dog is the most blatant insult.

There was no warmth left in Lovin's eyes. The air around him began to twist and crack, and even the moonlight slanting down from the sky was stained with an ominous blood color.

"Order, you're asking for death."

The God of Order's expression shifted slightly.

He dared not underestimate the power of the authority of war; it was one of the most violent authorities among the gods in those days.

The God of Order swiftly erected several spatial barriers in front of him, and with a wave of his hands, the folded space unfolded like layers of shields.

Two terrifying divine forces collided violently in the sky, creating a hole in the clouds, but both avoided impacting the ground.

Of the two on the ground, one is immortal, but the other is a mortal.

Just as the two gods were getting along famously, the God of Order took advantage of Lovin's inattention and secretly made a small move, gently hooking his finger.

A gentle breeze swept across the edge of the battlefield, silently lifting the two unconscious men.

Having rescued the person, He did not linger in battle. He immediately initiated a spatial jump, his figure flashing rapidly between several spatial rifts.

The God of Order was highly experienced in escaping, and each blink of an eye left the pursuers far behind.

Only after shaking off that violent aura did the God of Order finally stop.

That was close, I almost messed up.

The God of Order sent them back to the temple. Not knowing where Erebus lived, He simply tossed him aside in the Plaza of Light.

Sleeping under the nose of one's mortal enemy must be an incredibly "wonderful" experience once He regains His memories.

As for the other one, the God of Order originally intended to simply place it in the plaza, but paused when his gaze fell upon the youth's bloodless face.

It's so cold in winter.

Isn't He a little too bad?

The God of Order stroked his chin and reflected for a second.

Once upon a time, He was a good God.

This rare moment of conscience made Him change His mind, and He brought the Son of Light back to His chambers.

To make the unconscious Son more comfortable, He kindly cleaned the young man before placing him on the bed.

The young man was covered with a clean white quilt, his dark hair scattered messily on the pillow. He looked less aloof and more gentle than when he was awake.

The God of Order bent down and poked his cheek, leaving a shallow indentation with his fingertip before it bounced back.

It is indeed a bit soft.

Wen Yubai's eyelashes trembled, as if she were about to wake up from a deep sleep.

Without changing his expression, the God of Order withdrew his finger, then opened his palm and covered his eyes.

Go to sleep, go to sleep. You've worked hard tonight.

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When Erebus awoke, he found himself lying in the Plaza of Light, his mind a complete blank, with a cold wind still blowing gently.

His last memory was of following the chosen ones into that forest. What happened after that?

Has his narcolepsy flared up again?

Temple staff who had gotten up early were already sweeping the square. When they saw him sitting on the ground, they all looked puzzled, but they didn't ask any questions.

Everyone knows that this genius designer is eccentric and it's normal for him to have some quirks.

Erebus stood up, intending to find the chosen one and ask him for clarification.

They didn't find the chosen one, but nearly bumped into the Holy Son of Light around the corner.

Are you alright?

The other person didn't blame him. They looked him up and down, breathed a sigh of relief, and then casually asked:

"Erebus, where are you rushing off to so early in the morning?"

"I'm going to see the Chosen One; I have something to discuss," Erebus replied vaguely, without elaborating.

Wen Yubai's expression changed when he heard the words "chosen by the gods".

"no."

"Don't go looking for him, stay away from him."

Erebus paused, then asked, "Why?"

Wen Yubai pursed her lips, her mind racing, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse or tell the truth.

Looking at him like this, Erebus suddenly had a flash of inspiration.