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

The three ornaments were all made of glass, and their interior designs were either elegant and gorgeous or delicate and lively. Each one had its own unique characteristics, perfectly blending mechanics, magic and art.

The problem is that, apart from replacing the light design elements with darkness, these machines are almost identical to the three I made in the Temple of Light!

Wen Yubai looked at Erebus beside him, whose expression was equally shocked, clearly showing that he thought, "I don't know how this thing got here either."

The Dark High Priest stood beside the three prayer machines, his eyes crinkling beneath his mask, a mixture of embarrassment and smugness in them.

"This is the fully automatic Dark Prayer Machine that our Dark Temple will soon be launching."

"You might find this familiar, Holy Son, so I'll be frank. Our Dark Temple has always been humble and eager to learn, and these are all results we've learned from the Temple of Light."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Wen Yubai, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Take a look, what else needs improvement?"

Wen Yubai: ...

What he needs to improve now is not the prayer machine, but his blood pressure.

Erebus couldn't help but want to interject, "High Priest, well..."

He was also involved in the design of this product, and he knew very well that the original intention of the design was not to make money, but to lose a lot of money.

"Erebus," the Dark High Priest turned his head, glared at him, and said in a low voice, "Speak less, learn more from the Son of Light, observe and do more, and keep quiet."

Erebus shut his mouth, feeling a strange unease for a moment.

He looked at the Holy Son's profile, his brows slightly furrowed as he fell into deep thought, and a subtle emotion welled up within him—a mixture of frustration and admiration.

As expected, the Holy Son could think calmly no matter what he encountered, but he was still deceived by appearances.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. Doesn't the Holy Son know what a fully automatic prayer machine is? Could something designed with the Holy Son's involvement cause the Temple to lose money?

Wen Yubai was indeed deep in thought.

How did this thing end up in the Dark Temple?

When he left the Temple of Light, the fully automatic prayer machine had not yet been officially launched. In other words, there was a traitor in the Temple of Light who leaked the design blueprints.

And there's one more thing.

"Dark High Priest, how did you obtain the luminous ore used in the prayer machine?"

The Dark High Priest's eyes flickered, and he said vaguely, "Our Dark Temple naturally has its own unique channels and resources, so the Holy Son of Light need not worry."

After listening, Wen Yubai didn't ask any more questions, but he already had a judgment in his heart.

It seems there really is a traitor within the Temple of Light.

Oh dear, I hope the Temple of Light doesn't start losing money as soon as he leaves; that would be too outrageous.

Regarding this plagiarized fully automatic prayer machine, Wen Yubai was originally considering whether to ask the Dark High Priest to stop selling it.

The meditation crystal balls he made at the Temple of Light were selling like hotcakes, so it's hard for him not to suspect that this prayer machine might also betray him.

Just as he was pondering this, he caught a glimpse of Erebus's expression out of the corner of his eye.

It was a complex emotion.

But Wen Yubai understood. He guessed that Erebus didn't like the product and wanted him to refuse it, to convince the High Priest that this thing couldn't make money at all.

Wen Yubai's previously hesitant heart suddenly calmed down.

He couldn't let a single bad experience make him overly cautious. His repeated failures at the Temple of Light were due to connections; the High Priest, Dickens, Little Beard, Mayor Walter, and their ilk were all eyeing him covetously, constantly creating opportunities to betray him.

But the Dark Temple is different.

Being in an unfamiliar place, without a money-making maniac like a high priest or a workaholic like Dickens... the probability of losing money is very high!

The Dark Temple's economic situation is not as good as the Light Temple's, and the cost of the fully automatic prayer machine is high. If it becomes unsaleable, the losses will only be more severe.

So Wen Yubai nodded slightly and said only one sentence:

"Everything is fine."

The Dark High Priest happily agreed and impatiently ordered his men to move the prayer machine away. Judging from his eager back, he couldn't wait to start selling it today.

As Wen Yubai watched the Dark High Priest's departing figure, he felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he were seeing the High Priest of Light.

He thought of the High Priest of Light and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

I wonder if the high priest will be very angry when he sees that letter.

Yes, it's also possible that he's thinking about what his troubles are.

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The Realm of Light.

The boundless white stretched to the horizon, with the throne suspended above the sea of ​​light, and the God of Light seated within it.

With his eyes closed, His divine sense covered the entire continent of light.

No.

The little believer's trail disappeared on the continent of light.

This means that the young believer has gone to the Dark Continent, the home of the Dark God.

Even though the God of Darkness is now nowhere to be found, and that land naturally rejects the power of light, the God of Light is not afraid in the slightest.

His hesitation stemmed from considering how to win back the young believers.

The young believer is angry. If He were to bring the young believer who ran away from home in a fit of pique back, would the young believer become even more resistant?

How can He appease the angry young believer?

That enchanting dream still lingers deep within the consciousness of the God of Light. Thinking of those images, the God of Light's compassionate golden eyes darkened.

Perhaps He should grant the little believer's wish one more time, not in a dream, but in reality.

Just then, a ripple appeared in the divine realm.

On the white surface of the sea of ​​light, ripples spread out as if a pebble had been thrown in, and a figure emerged from the waves.

He walked step by step toward the throne of God.

With each step, a pink ripple spread outwards.

The God of Light looked up at Him and said, "God of Love, didn't you say you had found their whereabouts? Why is there still no news?"

"The authority over space is in the hands of the Order. It hides and flees with the darkness, and I have lost track of them for a time."

Lowe lowered his eyes, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness.

"However, the recent fluctuations in the authority of order have occurred in the Order Islands."

"The Isles of Order?"

"Yes, the God of Order is frequently leaping between the islands, accompanied by darkness, trying to shake off my pursuit."

The God of Light lowered his eyes, seemingly deep in thought.

Lovin knew what He was struggling with, but He absolutely could not allow the God of Light's attention to be focused on the Dark Continent.

"The God of Order is always cautious and will not stay in the same place for too long. Moreover, after He learns that you have awakened, He may hide again. If we do not go now, we do not know when we will be able to detect the fluctuations of His authority again."

After saying this, Lovin stood quietly in place.

He has already said enough; continuing would only arouse the God of Light's suspicion.

The God of Light looked at Lovin, his gaze profound.

He suddenly spoke up and asked, "God of Love, isn't the power of deception in your hands?"

Loven's heart suddenly raced at that moment.

Discovered?

His expression remained unchanged, and he calmly uttered a single word: "Yes."

Then He heard the God of Light continue:

"Go to the Dark Temple and protect the Holy Son."

Loven almost thought he had misheard, and his surprise was almost impossible to hide.

"good!"