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

The Dark High Priest did not assign Wen Yubai any official position, but instead declared him to be a distinguished guest, treating him even better than the Dark Saint.

Wen Yubai was happy to be idle, not needing to do any work, and he didn't want to actively look for work either.

He had learned enough lessons from the Temple of Light; he could no longer be as impatient for quick results as before.

If you take things easy, life will go smoothly.

Thus, Wen Yubai began a leisurely and peaceful life in the Dark Temple.

At first, Erebus would come to visit him every day, take him around the Moon City where the temple was located, and introduce him to the local customs and culture.

But a few days later, Erebus had to leave the temple for some reason.

The high priest sent many dark knights to accompany him, a large and impressive entourage, clearly on an important mission.

Before leaving, Ereibo came to say goodbye, and Wen Yubai sincerely offered to accompany him if needed.

Erebus's vision was somewhat blurry; he had only one thought:

The Holy Son did not blame him!

Erebus felt a warmth fill his chest, and he suddenly opened his arms and hugged Wen Yubai tightly.

"Don't worry, I will definitely come back."

It would have been better if he hadn't said it; the fact that he did made Wen Yubai feel uneasy.

But Erebus naturally had his own considerations. Wen Yubai respected his good brother's choice, simply patting him on the back and softly instructing him:

"Safety is paramount. If anything goes wrong, be sure to contact the High Priest immediately."

Erebus reluctantly released his grip, stepping out of Xiangxiang's embrace. His gaze lingered on Wen Yubai's face for a moment.

Then he nodded vigorously, said "Mmm," and turned to leave.

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After Erebus left, Wen Yubai had even more free time.

He didn't want to travel around, so he spent his days reading, taking walks, and drinking tea in the temple, enjoying the rare tranquility.

The dark high priest arranged a very nice room for him, with a small garden right outside the window.

The yellow and white flower stalks are arranged at varying heights, free and unrestrained, creating a kind of wild and untamed beauty.

In the center stands a large tree with a canopy like an umbrella, which perfectly shades most of the garden, casting dappled shadows.

Wen Yubai likes to sit on a stone bench under a tree after washing her hair in the afternoon, letting the wind dry it naturally, holding a book in her hand, and passing the time.

There were some wildcats in the Dark Temple, and Wen Yubai fed them a few times. The little guys would often come to the small garden to find him.

Perhaps the priests were also feeding them, because all the cats were plump and healthy, and their bellies jiggled as they ran.

There was one that was exceptionally thin, with very pale pinkish-white fur that shimmered like pearls in the sunlight, and a pair of ice-blue eyes that could melt a person's heart when they looked at it.

But the cute little guy seems to be ostracized by the other cats. Not only is he thin, but the other cats also refuse to play with him.

Wen Yubai guessed that light-colored cats were not well-liked in the cat world, so he took extra care of this little pink cat.

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The cat became increasingly attached to him, and often when he was reading, the little pink cat would jump onto Wen Yubai's shoulder, either rubbing against him with its fluffy head or licking his cheeks.

Every time this happens, Wen Yubai lifts the little guy down, and the kitten meows in dissatisfaction.

He had no choice but to hold the kitten close to his arms and gently coax it:

"Stop fooling around, be good, let's read a book together, okay?"

The kitten seemed to understand its words. Its round eyes stared at the words in the book, and after a moment of blank stare, it turned its head away.

It let out a long meow at Wen Yubai, then lowered its head to lick his fingers, as if wanting to draw his attention to it.

Wen Yubai was at her wits' end with the kitten, so she had to free one hand and place it on the kitten's back to soothe the clingy little creature.

Then his eyes returned to the pages of the book.

The kitten doesn't like reading.

But Wen Yubai found the book quite interesting.

This is not a serious book, but an unofficial history that records the secrets of the era of gods. To put it bluntly, it is a collection of gossip about the gods.

This chapter tells the story of how the gods of war, pride, and fire competed for the favor of the god of love.

The god of war presented the goddess of love with a bouquet woven from the glory of a hundred victories; the god of pride crafted an everlasting crown for the goddess of love from the stars; and as for the god of fire… the god of fire burned himself to prove his passionate love.

But the god of love wanted the strongest god to be His partner, so the three gods fought each other.

Fortunately, the appearance of the God of Order prevented the outbreak of war. There are rumors that the God of Order also admired the God of Love, which is why he protected her in secret. Unfortunately, the God of Love also disliked the rigid God of Order.

Wen Yubai found the first half of this unofficial history to be quite credible. The records of the Temple of Light state that the outbreak of the war of the gods was caused by the God of War and the God of Pride initiating the conflict.

But the last part describes the God of Order as a "rigid god," and Wen Yubai recalls that god's carefree and irresponsible demeanor, which doesn't fit the word "rigid" at all.

Just then, a tingling sensation came from his fingers. Wen Yubai came back to his senses, looked down, and saw the little pink cat hugging his fingers, licking and biting them.

He put down the book, pulled out his finger, and found it without teeth marks, but wet with saliva.

Wen Yubai ruffled the kitten's hair. "Little naughty cat."

For the next week, the little pink cat came to keep him company. Wen Yubai got used to the little guy's company and even considered formally adopting it.

But one day, the kitten stopped coming to see him.

Wen Yubai asked the priests in the temple if they had seen a light pink cat. The priests looked at each other and said they had never seen a pink wildcat in the temple.

He searched the temple inside and out several times, and saw several cats, but he couldn't find the pink one.

Wen Yubai sighed. He had probably been abandoned by the kitten.

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Lost in the swamp.

This place is shrouded in a thick fog that never dissipates. The trees growing in the swamp are twisted and strange, and their black leaves tremble gently in the still air, like countless dark hands beckoning.

The twisted branches were curled up like living creatures, with several unconscious dark knights hanging from them.

Lovin stood on a tree branch, his figure half-hidden in the twisted shadows. His gaze pierced through the black leaves and mist, landing on the bubbling surface of the water in the center of the swamp.

There lay a faint green orb of light, flickering in the murky muddy water.

He only knew that this was the place where the God of Light and the God of Darkness fought their final battle, but he did not know the specifics of what happened.

After Lovin awoke, he came here and found that the darkness underground was unusually intense, so much so that even his divine sense could not penetrate it.

He suspected that the God of Darkness had hidden some of his authority or even his divinity here before his fall.

After waiting for a long time, the swamp was still just bubbling. Lovin's patience ran out, and he raised his hand and shot an arrow.

The arrow tore through the air, producing a sharp sonic boom. The shockwave from the arrow cleaved a deep trench in the swamp's surface, causing mud and water to surge to both sides.

Then, the arrow struck a pitch-black ball.

"Click."

Where the arrow pierced, cracks spread rapidly, eventually shattering completely to reveal a man inside, his eyes closed, as if asleep.

The arrow pierced through the air, about to sink into the man's chest.

A slender hand firmly grasped the arrow.

Even as the arrow's flames blazed fiercely, the man seemed completely oblivious.

The next second, He slowly opened His eyes.

The originally harmless aura was instantly withdrawn, replaced by a suffocating sense of oppression.

Those dark red eyes pierced through the thick fog and landed in the direction of someone hiding.

"Eros".