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

After careful consideration, Wen Yubai realized that turning to the dark side might actually be feasible.

Now that he is surrounded by enemies in the temple, staying here would be detrimental to his mission, so it would be better for him to leave.

The best way to portray someone as evil is to do so in front of everyone.

The problem is that, given the current level of support he enjoys within the temple, even if he publicly declares "I will betray the light," some people will probably say things like "The Holy Son must have his reasons."

Moreover, he couldn't easily leave in front of everyone.

Therefore, he could only leave quietly, leaving behind a letter of defection.

Wen Yubai rolled out of bed, turned on the lamp on the table, took out paper and pen, and began to rack his brains to make up a reason.

The transformation should be presented in a reasonable, convincing, and harmless manner, leaving no future problems.

After finishing the last stroke, Wen Yubai silently read the letter from beginning to end, nodded in satisfaction, and put the letter in the drawer.

He then lay back down on the bed, closed his eyes, and planned to conserve his energy so that he could leave early the next morning and seek refuge in the Dark Temple.

-

Inside an apartment in the suburbs.

Erebus was relieved that he had made an excuse to decline the blessing ceremony at the altar. His pretense might fool the people in the temple, but it couldn't fool the eyes of the gods.

A dark magician coming to believe in the light? How is that possible?

He pondered that if he continued to stay in the Temple of Light, acting as an undercover agent under the watchful eyes of the gods, it would only be a matter of time before his identity was exposed.

But he felt it wouldn't do to just slink back like that.

Having been lying low for so long, he hadn't accomplished a single meaningful task, but instead had helped the temple make a fortune. He was too ashamed to admit it when the Dark High Priest asked him about it.

After much thought, Erebus had a sudden inspiration.

Why not just kidnap the Holy Son of Light and take him back?

At least we can give the Dark High Priest some explanation.

Erebus had figured it out, and he acted on it immediately.

That night, relying on the fact that he had known the route very well after living in the temple for so long, he easily sneaked into the Holy Son's bedroom.

Erebus walked very quietly to the bedside and looked down at the sleeping Wen Yubai.

Moonlight streamed in through the window and fell on the young man's face.

His black hair was spread out on the pillow, his eyebrows were relaxed, and his breathing was long and steady, but his lips were very red and a little chapped, as if they had been crushed by something.

Erebus's gaze involuntarily fell on the Holy Son's lips, a strange feeling passing through his heart.

He shook his head, banishing the strange thoughts from his mind; business was more important.

Erebus took a blanket from the cupboard, gently lifted the blanket, wrapped the person in the blanket, and carefully picked them up.

The saint's head tilted unconsciously and rested on his shoulder, the faint scent of soap lingering around his nose.

Erebus paused for a moment, then lowered his breath and silently left the temple under the cover of night.

-

When Wen Yubai woke up, the first thing he felt was the jolt beneath him.

He suddenly opened his eyes and was met with an unfamiliar car roof.

He moved and found that his hands and feet were bound by ropes that were neither too tight nor too loose. The knots were tied in a very clever way, neither too tight nor too loose.

Wen Yubai: ? ? ?

Wen Yubai's brain was working at lightning speed.

He drank some calming herbal dew last night and fell asleep, so the other party kidnapped him while he was asleep.

To be able to sneak into the temple and take him away silently without alerting the night watchmen—that's some guts, that's some skill…

Before I could figure it out, the carriage stopped and the curtain was lifted.

A familiar face appeared in the backlight.

With red eyes and neatly combed black hair, he still had that aloof look, holding a tray of breakfast in his hand.

Bread, fried eggs, and a cup of steaming milk.

Wen Yubai was even more confused. "Erebus, how is it you?"

Erebus bent down and climbed into the carriage, placing the breakfast on the small table, and said:

"Finish your breakfast first, then I'll tell you."

Wen Yubai's feelings were complicated when his good brother suddenly turned into a kidnapper.

But he sensed no killing intent from Erebus, and his heart calmed down for the time being. He said:

"Could you untie my ropes? It's inconvenient for me to eat like this."

Erebus didn't speak. He picked up his fork, cut a small piece of fried egg, and naturally offered it to Wen Yubai's lips.

Wen Yubai looked at the fried egg, then at Erebus, remained silent for a moment, and finally opened his mouth and ate the fried egg.

The carriage was quiet. Erebus fed Wen Yubai in silence, and Wen Yubai ate in silence.

Erebus's gaze swept over Wen Yubai's lips.

The lip wound has completely healed, but it seems to be even more rosy and fuller than usual.

He couldn't help but break the silence.

What happened to your mouth?

Wen Yubai paused in his chewing, then uttered three words without changing his expression: "I'm getting a sore throat."

Erebus frowned slightly.

Is this what happens when you have internal heat? He gets blisters on the corners of his mouth when he has internal heat, but the Holy Son's lips don't.

But the Holy Son shouldn't need to lie to him about such a trivial matter, Erebus secretly noted, wondering if he should prepare some cooling foods for lunch.

The Dark Temple has no penchant for torturing prisoners.

Erebus held the cup, bringing the rim of the milk to the other's lips, tilting it slightly.

The milk just covers your lips, so you won't choke or leak.

Wen Yubai drank it obediently.

Looking at that slightly undulating neck, Erebus's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

He wanted to look away, but he couldn't. What if he lost control and spilled the milk in the cup?

If the clothes get dirty, he still has to wash them.

Wen Yubai, oblivious to everything, swallowed the last mouthful of milk, licked the milk stains from the corner of his mouth, and said:

"I'm full, Erebus, why did you tie me up?"

Erebus put down his cup, crossed his arms, and leaned against the carriage wall.

He deliberately lowered his eyebrows, making his red eyes appear somewhat dangerous in the backlight, then he sneered:

"Holy Son of Light, I didn't expect your temple's defenses to be so lax. I've been lying in ambush for so long, and no one has discovered my identity."

"What kind of light do you think I believe in? Let me tell you the truth, I am the Son of Darkness. From the first day I stepped into the Temple of Light, I have been thinking about how to destroy you."

"Now that the God of Light has awakened, I can no longer stay, but before I leave, I'll kidnap the Holy Son of Light... Heh, that must be quite a blow to your temple."

Wen Yubai was filled with questions after hearing this.

No, brother, you came to the Temple as an undercover agent and didn't do anything bad.

From the work field to the book-copying room, and then to the meditation crystal ball, what did you destroy?

Are you here as an undercover agent or as a model worker?

If the Dark Temple knew you were serving the Temple of Light, they'd probably call you a traitor on the spot.

He recalled Erebus's actions in the temple, and then thought about himself, and suddenly a strange thought came to him.

Is this what they mean by two negatives making a positive?

However, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing that Erebus wanted to abduct him, as the Dark Prince would lead the way, saving him the trouble of finding his own way.

Wen Yubai took a deep breath, adopting an expression that was calm yet suppressed with jealousy and resentment. His lips tightened and then relaxed, as if he were making a difficult decision.

"So you are the Dark Prince."

He chuckled, a laugh tinged with self-mockery and bitterness.

"Fine, anyway, I have nothing left to miss about the light."

"I am clearly the Son of Light, yet when He descended, He allowed His Chosen One to stand at His right hand and kept him there longer..."

"Why should I? I'm the one who deserves the most favor!"

"I've had enough of the biased stance of the Light. I'm going to submit to the Dark Temple."

As the words of the Holy Son appeared in Erebus's mind, a series of question marks emerged.

Wait a minute, this is completely different from the version I heard.

What do you mean by "light favors those whom God favors"? Everyone outside says that the God of Light favors His Son the most!