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

Lovin's face was extremely ugly, and his lips were pressed into a thin line.

provocative?

I wish I could kill you!

The eyes of mortals are blinded by the white light and cannot see anything, but Loven can see everything clearly.

How dare you? What gives you the right?!

Lovin was so angry that his rationality plummeted, but thankfully he managed to retain some composure in the end.

"Guangming, do you... have no shame?!"

The God of Light's golden eyes were calm, even showing a hint of confusion.

"Is there anything shameful about it?"

"Furthermore, why should I feel ashamed?"

Upon hearing this, Lovin's anger surged even more intensely, and he almost couldn't resist making a move.

But He suppressed it.

Because He knew that, in His current state, He had no chance of defeating the light.

The God of Light touched his lips, which still retained a slightly cool temperature. His eyes were lowered slightly, as if he was savoring something.

After a brief moment of tenderness, He concealed the emotions in His eyes and got down to business.

"God of Love, I thought with your abilities, collecting faith would be quick. Why has it taken so long?"

Lovin suppressed his overflowing jealousy and anger, and instead of directly answering the God of Light's question, he said:

"I have found the whereabouts of darkness and order. You know, the authority I possess is not for fighting."

The implication is not that I am arrogant, but that a troublesome enemy has appeared.

If you feel it's not enough, then give it a little more strength.

The God of Light doesn't buy into that.

"I have already shared the authority of war with you, do not be too greedy, God of Love."

-

The white light dissipated, and the scene around everyone returned to the prayer altar.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd pointed at the platform and exclaimed, "Look, the Holy Son!"

On the high platform, the white light faded, and the figure of the Holy Son appeared before everyone.

A pair of ethereal, platinum-gold wings unfurled behind him, shimmering with light, and tiny specks of light drifted from the tips of the feathers, making his already handsome face appear even more holy and otherworldly.

"Holy Child!!"

"Did you see that? God gave wings to the Holy Son!"

There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by an even more enthusiastic cheer. Everyone looked up at the Holy Son on the platform with fervent and worshipful eyes, marveling at how much the Holy Son was favored by the God of Light.

Lovin was the last to be sent back by the god, and His expression was rather grim.

Upon returning to the prayer altar, His gaze fell upon the somewhat "dazed" appearance of His Son beside Him, finally settling on His Son's glistening lips, His eyes darkening.

But at that moment no one noticed Him; everyone's attention was drawn to the Son's great wings.

As for the Holy Son himself...

He was still in a daze, his mind was blank, and he touched his lips with his finger.

What just happened?

This must be just my imagination, right?!

-

Back at the temple, the high priest chatted with Wen Yubai for quite a while.

He said things like, "With the awakening of the God of Light, the Temple will surely return to its peak in the future," and "The Holy Son is exceptionally talented and has made many contributions. It is only right that he is favored by the gods." His words were full of respect for the Holy Son and boundless hope for the future of the Temple.

Wen Yubai remained unusually silent, acting as a quiet listener, occasionally responding with a soft "hmm".

But the high priest interpreted his overly cold response as having another deeper meaning.

Everyone knows that the Holy Son is a man of deep thoughts and is adept at planning ahead. While others are still immersed in joy, the Holy Son is probably already thinking ahead and strategizing for the future of the Temple.

The high priest thought about it more and more and found it made sense, and patted the holy son on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"Holy Son, you should go back and rest early. You've worked hard today, don't overwork yourself."

Wen Yubai: "...Mm."

He was finally able to walk.

-

The first thing Wen Yubai did after returning to her dormitory was to go to the sink, turn on the tap, and carefully wash her lips.

He washed his face again, splashing cold water on it, which barely pulled him out of his dazed state.

Then the lights in the room suddenly went out.

Just then, the lights in the room suddenly went out with a "snap".

Wen Yubai: What the hell is this now?

He immediately raised his hand to use a light spell, but as soon as a tiny glimmer of light appeared, it was swallowed up by something and went out instantly.

Then a presence approached him.

Unlike ordinary magicians who are weak and helpless, Wen Yubai did not hesitate. He swung his elbow backward with a backhand strike, followed by a straight punch, his movements clean and efficient.

The fist slammed solidly into something.

Wen Yubai felt a dull pain in his knuckles; his opponent had clearly taken the punch head-on.

"Who are you?"

In the darkness, he could not see the other person's figure.

The next instant, his wrist was grabbed, and an irresistible force slammed him against the wall.

A strand of hair brushed against his neck, bringing a ticklish sensation. Wen Yubai tensed up all over. Then, he smelled a familiar, light fragrance.

Before I could think about it, my lips were rubbed by something.

Wen Yubai's brain crashed again.

The upgrade process of 188 is finally more than halfway complete. I just entered this world and saw this scene. I was so scared that I almost screamed.

But it suppressed the sound it had just uttered, realizing that this world was different from the previous ones, and that ruining the plot would actually bring it more profit.

Hearing the sound of 188, Wen Yubai felt much more at ease.

"188, who is this person?"

Um... well... this...

188 stammered, unsure of what to say.

It was worried that telling the host would cause psychological harm.

It had already planned it all out. If things really came to a head, it would simply use its energy to teleport Yu Bai away on the spot, leaving the protagonist helpless and furious.

After hesitating for a moment, 188 decided to be honest.

[Ahem, he is...]

"Forget it, stop talking." Wen Yubai interrupted 188.

Needless to say, he had pretty much guessed it.

Fortunately, this less-than-affectionate skirmish did not last long. The room lights came back on, restoring light, and the enemy had vanished without a trace.

Wen Yubai walked back to the sink, the water gushing out. He washed his mouth expressionlessly.

His indifferent face and bright red lips were reflected in the mirror, and he appeared to be in a very stable emotional state.

188 wondered if its host was going crazy.

It silently scrolled through the newly unlocked shop interface, quickly searching through rows of items to see if there were any that could heal the host's wounded heart.

[Yu Bai, are you alright?]

Wen Yubai wiped the water off her face. "It's fine, but my lips seem a little chapped from rubbing them."

I have a free bottle of calming floral dew here, which can help you sleep soundly through the night without dreams, promoting deep sleep and accelerating the body's healing process.

[It's also incredibly effective at repairing chapped corners of the mouth.]

A small crystal bottle appeared out of thin air in Wen Yubai's hand, with a pale green liquid gently swaying inside.

He glanced down and felt a warmth in his heart.

Wen Yubai placed the bottle on the bedside table, intending to drink it before going to sleep. He walked to the table and sat down, remembering the conditions that the world had initially proposed.

"188. If only one of the mission conditions is not met, will the world deduct all the points?"

"It dares?! Cough, what I mean is, Yu Bai, don't worry, the world doesn't say you have to complete everything to get points. Leave the points to me, just do the tasks naturally."

It hinted very subtly, but dared not make it explicit, lest the world seize on it and turn the tables on them.

Wen Yubai breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. 188, don't worry about leveling up. After this world ends, I will definitely let you contact the main god."

[Yu Bai, I'm really super confident this time!]

Wen Yubai was somewhat helpless at 188's unreserved trust, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

He picked up the crystal bottle, uncorked it, and drank the pale green liquid. A sweet, warm current slid down his throat.

He lay in bed, closed his eyes, and couldn't help but replay the day's unpleasant events in his mind.

Wen Yubai: ...

He really wants to turn to the dark side.