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

Wen Yubai desperately wanted to escape.

What the Dark High Priest was about to say next was not words, but a series of knives thrust into him.

The Dark High Priest, with his keen eyes, immediately saw that Wen Yubai wanted to slip away. Just as his brother had said, their family's holy son was humble and low-key, and did not want to take credit or be arrogant.

But how could the Dark High Priest let him go? He had a lot to say to Wen Yubai, so he strode over and blocked Wen Yubai's path.

Wen Yubai wanted to pretend to be blind, but he couldn't, so he had no choice but to follow the high priest.

As the high priest walked, he talked incessantly about how amazing the sales of the prayer machine were.

Wen Yubai thought to himself, "Next time I'll have to ask the God of Darkness if dark magic can silence people, or even make them deaf."

Upon arriving at the council chamber, several bishops who had just been discussing matters with the high priest were still inside.

They were all beaming with joy. When they saw Wen Yubai enter, they all bowed to him in unison, uttering various words of praise.

Wen Yubai's lips stiffened.

This damned sense of familiarity... if he weren't certain he was in the Dark Temple, he would have thought he had returned to the Light Temple.

The Dark High Priest dismissed the others, leaving only the two of them, before recounting the details of what had happened.

The surge in sales of prayer machines is mainly attributed to a highly innovative sales model: designing internal accessories into different style series and stimulating consumption through blind selection and purchase.

This model was copied from the Temple of Light by the Dark High Priest through some unspeakable channel, but ultimately it also originated from the design of the Holy Son.

For nobles, prayer machines were relatively inexpensive items, and they could buy them without any financial burden.

But once you start, you can't help but want to collect them all. Don't you want that cute little figure? Don't you want that exquisite outfit? Don't you want to see how it looks when you collect the whole set?

This mentality makes them unable to stop, so they can only keep selling.

For ordinary people, while the prayer machine isn't cheap, it's not too expensive either. They can choose to buy only the parts, and if they happen to get a rare model that they don't want to keep, they can resell it to a rich person for a profit.

The production of prayer machines is not high to begin with. Currently, the Ancient Battlefield and Starry Sky series launched by the Dark Temple are limited editions, which has led to their popularity across the entire continent as soon as they are released. Even the priests of the temple have been temporarily reassigned to help out.

Wen Yubai listened in silence, his hand gripping the teacup, his whole body numb.

Having been betrayed so many times, I'm actually not surprised at all.

This model looks so familiar! Isn't this just like blind boxes?!

As for who came up with this model, is there even a question? Who else could it be but the old capitalist, the High Priest of Light!

High Priest, confess honestly, you're a time traveler, aren't you!

Wen Yubai took a deep breath to calm himself down, preparing to say something to fool people and then leave as soon as possible.

But the Dark High Priest showed no sign of stopping. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and continued:

"Of course, it's not just that. In fact, the most important impact of prayer machines is on people's livelihoods."

Wen Yubai, who had just lifted his buttocks, fell back onto the chair.

Is there a second level?

"This discovery originated from an unknown brother and sister on the Continent of Light. They accidentally discovered that by using the power core in the base of the prayer machine, they could achieve automatic water pumping and diversion."

The high priest spoke with great excitement as he recounted how, through in-depth research into the core of the prayer mechanism, they discovered its driving principle:

By sealing the luminescent mineral in a cavity, it absorbs light elements during the day to generate heat, and the air inside the cavity expands to push the piston.

As temperatures drop at night, air contracts, and the spring pushes the piston back.

The reciprocating motion generated by this expansion and contraction transmits power through the main shaft to various transmission mechanisms above, driving the entire machine to operate.

They were amazed to discover that this driving principle could be applied to countless everyday life scenarios.

The three prayer machines designed by the Holy Son at that time were the most typical examples, each corresponding to a different application.

The first corresponding solar-powered water pump can be directly used for irrigation and drainage. In the future, as long as the water channel is connected, water can be pumped to where it is needed.

The second type is a disc-driven rotary transmission, which corresponds to a grinding mill that can be used to grind grains and press oilseeds, greatly improving efficiency and output.

The third flower opens and closes rhythmically, corresponding to a complete set of blower devices that can replace traditional bellows and be used in smelting and forging scenarios.

This was undoubtedly the Holy Son teaching them how to convert magical elements into mechanical energy and apply it to production.

At this point, the Dark High Priest became so excited that he could hardly contain himself, and his eyes welled up with tears.

"You've pioneered a path never before paved, allowing light to be converted into mechanical energy. What's next?"

"Could we further explore the transformation of other elements, allowing magical elements to benefit the lives of ordinary people?"

Wen Yubai: ? ? ?

He heard each word clearly, so why was it so hard to understand when they were put together?

His eyes were vacant, his thoughts drifting back to the days when he and Erebus secluded themselves to design the prayer machine.

They became so engrossed in their madness that they forgot all about love, spending their days thinking about how to make the prayer machines both expensive and useless, causing the temple to suffer huge losses.

He could accept the money he made, after all, with a cheat like the High Priest of Light, it would be very difficult for the Temple to lose money.

But can someone explain what it means to convert elements into mechanical energy?

Is this scientific? Is this reasonable? Is this a legitimate magical world?!

His hand holding the cup trembled slightly as he tried his best to keep his expression straight.

It's okay, he reassured himself.

Although it failed, it never succeeded anyway, so you'll get used to it.

Facing the Dark High Priest's gaze, which was filled with tears and reverence, Wen Yubai managed to force out a single "Mmm."

He had to leave; if he stayed any longer, he really wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.

Seeing his deep and calm demeanor, the Dark High Priest couldn't hold back any longer, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He finally understood the feeling of relief that made his brother want to cry.

Before this, he still had some doubts, wondering if his older brother was just too biased towards the Holy Son of Light.

Who is so resourceful and always ahead of everyone else?

Could it be that the whole thing was just a series of unfortunate coincidences, and that these people were simply overinterpreting things based on their own wishful thinking?

But look at how calm and composed the Holy Son was just now. Upon hearing this earth-shattering news, he didn't even show the slightest surprise on his face.

This clearly shows they knew this day would come; otherwise, why would they be so calm?

The Dark High Priest wiped away his tears, watching Wen Yubai's departing figure with a profound sense of emotion.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a tiny crack on the teacup that Wen Yubai had put down.

The Dark High Priest was deeply ashamed.

He actually used substandard products on their hero!

No, the Dark Temple has money now, they'll replace everything, completely replace everything!

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In the dormitory.

Wen Yubai sat by the bed for a long time, his face showing deep contemplation.

On the table sat a magical conch shell, from which several more recordings of the High Priest of Light had been added.

He didn't dare listen at all; even a fool could guess what the high priest would say.

The reason he took out the magic conch shell was because he was struggling with something.