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

After having lunch together, Wen Yubai and Erebus took a walk along the corridor to digest their food and prepared to sit in the small garden for a while.

It was a bit hot, so Wen Yubai went to the dormitory to get some tea. As soon as he opened the door, a fluffy little creature pounced on him.

Wen Yubai reacted quickly and caught it. Looking down, she saw it was the little pink cat.

The little guy hadn't left after he woke up; he was waiting for him in the room.

Wen Yubai rubbed the kitten's head, and the kitten squinted its eyes and purred contentedly.

He figured it probably hadn't eaten yet, so he prepared to go to the cafeteria to find some food to feed it.

Wen Yubai turned to Erebus and said, "Go sit in the garden for a while, I'll go to the cafeteria to get some food for the kitten."

No sooner had she finished speaking than the kitten in her arms was picked up without any hesitation by someone using one hand.

"Where did this stray cat come from?"

Erebus pinched the cat by the scruff of its neck and shook it twice. The kitten kicked its legs in mid-air, hissed at him, and its icy blue eyes were full of protest.

Wen Yubai quickly reached out to take it, "This is the kitten I fed in the temple. I want to adopt it. Please be gentle and don't hurt it."

Erebus dodged his hand, tucked the cat into his arms, and said:

"Go to the cafeteria quickly, I'll keep an eye on it for you, lest it run away and starve to death."

Wen Yubai felt that Erebus's attitude towards the cat was not very friendly, but seeing that he was holding the cat in his arms and did not seem to intend to harm it, he could only give a word of advice:

"Don't bully it, I'll be right back."

No sooner had Wen Yubai left than Erebus threw the cat out.

The kitten did a somersault in the air and landed lightly on the windowsill.

Erebus looked disgusted, turned around and walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and carefully washed his hands, as if he had just touched something dirty.

"Cupid, I never knew you had a penchant for acting like an animal."

The kitten crouched on the stone table, its eyes devoid of any innocence or cuteness, replaced instead by a human-like annoyance. Its mouth was slightly open.

"Dark God, mind your own business. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind letting the light in. After all, you've only just awakened and should still be quite weak, right?"

Erebus paused in wiping his hands, his scarlet eyes sweeping coldly over.

"Don't worry, even if I'm weak, I can still kill you."

"God of Love, don't take advantage of my help and push your luck."

The kitten squinted its eyes, its tail wagging slowly, it was unclear whether it had listened or not.

-

Wen Yubai noticed that Erebus was particularly unfriendly to his cat.

For example, when a kitten jumps into his arms, Erebus will push the cat away, saying that wild cats are unclean and have just run across the ground before stepping on people.

Even when the kitten tried to enter his bedroom, Erebus stopped him, saying that pets were not allowed in the bedroom, as it was a rule of the temple, and that if he wanted to keep a pet, he could only keep it outside.

Wen Yubai had never heard of such a rule in the Dark Temple; he thought it was Erebus simply targeting his cat.

The kitten isn't dirty at all. He gives the kitten a proper bath every day. Besides, the kitten is very intelligent, doesn't cause any trouble, and will even sit quietly with him while he reads.

Wen Yubai couldn't understand why Erebus kept picking on a cat.

But when Wen Yubai couldn't see it, the cat had a completely different face.

Whenever Erebus wanted to get closer to Wen Yubai, have more physical contact, and cultivate their relationship, the cat would either immediately jump into Wen Yubai's arms or meow beside him to attract his attention.

In short, He was not given any chance.

What's even more outrageous is that this cat went even further, daring to lick Wen Yubai's fingers right in front of him.

Those icy blue cat eyes were half-closed in enjoyment, and the chin was slightly raised, every movement a provocation to Him.

Erebus realized that Loven hadn't listened to a single word he said last time.

Wen Yubai didn't listen to him. Not only did she ignore him, but she also tried to persuade him every time: "Don't bully the cat. Look how well-behaved it is."

The God of Darkness never imagined that he would lose every time he competed with a fake cat, and he felt extremely frustrated.

It's just a cat, right? It can transform!

Especially when He learned that Wen Yubai had actually let the cat onto his bed and was eating and sleeping with it.

The God of Darkness could no longer tolerate it.

-

While the Holy Son was experiencing the rivalry between the "human" and the "cat," the Temple of Light was shrouded in gloom.

Inside the council chamber of the Temple of Light, the High Priest, Dickens, Little Beard, and Dale were all gathered.

Everyone's expression was rather unpleasant; the automatic prayer machine was simply selling terribly.

The bearded man sat in the chair, his eyes brimming with tears. He really couldn't take it anymore; he had come to the temple today to resign from his job as the high priest.

Dickens patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "The Son of Heaven must have his reasons for choosing you. Don't you trust yourself, but don't you trust the Son of Heaven?"

The man with the mustache wiped away his tears, looking dejected and clearly lacking energy.

The High Priest slowly began, "Have you ever considered why the Holy Son chose you in the first place? When he assigned the three of you to different positions, Dickens and Dill proved with their actions that the Holy Son's allocation was correct. And you, what talents can you utilize?"

The man with the small mustache was silent for a moment, then answered softly, "It should be design."

Dale picked up the thread: "That's right. Think about it, the Holy Son's message last time told you to be more open-minded. Wasn't it a hint that you shouldn't be so fixated on how to sell it, but instead think about the problem from a different angle, like starting with your talents?"

A thought suddenly popped into her head, and she said:

"Why did the Son of God ask us to design the prayer machine as a detachable version? Was it simply to allow for more design flexibility?"

"Look, the decorations inside the three prayer machines are all independent and can be freely changed. For example, we can design different outfits or character designs for the character models inside!"

The man with the mustache paused for a moment, then became excited: "Great idea, Miss Dale! But, if everyone just buys whichever accessory they like, it won't stimulate overall consumption."

This stumped Miss Dale, but Dickens, with his many successful experiences, had a brilliant idea.

"Make the packaging more exquisite and give it a gift-grade appearance. We can learn from the magic wands under the Magic Association. They have successfully taken the path of de-tooling magical products."

"Furthermore, some of the disassembled individual parts are sold separately, while others are given away as free gifts. This means that if someone wants a certain part, they will have to buy the fully automatic prayer machine separately."

……

The high priest listened to their discussion for a long time, but none of them came up with a solution that satisfied him.

He sighed; at crucial moments, they still had to rely on him to step in and offer guidance.

"Dickens, you've already thought about the packaging, why didn't you think a little deeper?"

The crowd immediately fell silent, all eyes turning to the high priest.

The high priest shook his head. "The Holy Son is right. You are just too narrow-minded."