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

Wen Yubai's resistance finally made the God of Light spare a glance for the two people in the prison.

He thought that humans would probably feel ashamed when faced with such a thing.

In addition, Cupid kept calling out from the side, which really affected the atmosphere.

With a flash of light, the God of Light, with his arm around the youth's waist, vanished from the spot.

"Come back here! Light—"

Lovin gripped the railing, his arms trembling, his icy blue eyes burning with rage.

Suddenly, the God of Order asked, "What will they do?"

Lovin sneered: "Yes."

The God of Order remained silent for a long time, and then He began to attack the cage, one attack after another, which struck the pillar of light and exploded into intense light.

But the cage didn't budge.

He lowered his head, golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and cursed.

Looking at the God of Order's appearance, Lovin could easily see through His thoughts.

A hint of malice surfaced in his eyes, and he spoke, word by word, the words once spoken by the God of Order:

"'I'm not your rival in love, and I have no feelings for him.' Ha, Order, why are you in such a hurry now?"

The God of Order did not refute this.

Her dark blue, tousled hair fell across her forehead, obscuring her usually carefree face.

After a long silence, He finally spoke, His expression inscrutable.

"He will fall."

-

"God of Light, stop! Stop!"

"There are no other gods here, only you and me."

Flowers, grasses, and vines grow wildly and unrestrained, climbing and twining, filling the air with a rich, sweet fragrance.

Wen Yubai was on the defensive, his hands pressing against the shoulders of the God of Light, pushing him away with all his might.

"This is something only people in love can do."

The God of Light paused for a moment.

He tilted his head slightly, a faint look of confusion on his face, then his eyelashes drooped down gently, as if he were thinking about something.

After a moment, He raised His eyes, gazed at Wen Yubai, and earnestly uttered three words:

"I love you."

"...Why?" Wen Yubai asked, his face full of astonishment.

The God of Light asked in bewilderment, "Is there always a reason?"

He paused for a moment, seemingly searching his mind for something he could use as evidence.

"Ever since that dream, I've had the same dream every day."

"What kind of dream?"

A strong sense of foreboding welled up in Wen Yubai's heart.

He was about to say that he didn't need to know when the God of Light gently touched his brow.

The dream unfolded in his mind, with flowers and plants intertwined and light and shadow lingering.

Countless blush-inducing and terrifying images flooded his consciousness, one after another.

Wen Yubai's pupils dilated as he was forcibly drawn into the situation, his body reacting faster than his reason.

He conjured a sword in his right hand and reflexively swung it forward.

Just as the sword was about to touch the god, the god of light moved his hand away, and the dream came to an abrupt end.

He neither dodged nor flinched, but raised his other hand and caught the sword that was slashing down at him.

Cracks spread from the point of contact, and Wen Yubai's sword turned into stardust.

Seeing the merciless killing intent in the young man's eyes, the God of Light finally realized his resistance.

"You don't want to?" His voice lowered, confirming a fact he didn't quite understand. "Have you no longer believed, no longer longed for the light?"

If I speak too bluntly, I fear I might offend the God of Light; if I speak too subtly, I fear He might misunderstand me.

Caught in a dilemma, Wen Yubai chose to remain silent.

The God of Light pursed his lips slightly, lost in thought for a moment, and then he came to his answer:

"You have been seduced by order."

"If He can exchange your faith and love for an authority, then I can give you even more than He can."

He waved his hand, and countless beads of light suddenly appeared above the flowers and plants, each radiating a different light.

"Whatever power you desire, I can give it to you."

"Death, calamity, slaughter, war, fate, original sin, harvest, fire..."

He raised his hand, playing with the luminous beads, gathering them together and scattering them, picking and choosing them.

"These are what I recently received from Cupid: peace, wealth, deception..."

Wen Yubai was momentarily dazzled by the various colored lights emanating from the power before him.

While he suspected that the God of Light had gone mad, he couldn't help but sigh:

It's not unfair at all that they lost to the God of Light.

It's perfectly normal to lose.

The gods of any household can casually pull out a pile of authority, as easily as taking out loose change.

Seeing Wen Yubai's blank reaction, the God of Light assumed that he was not interested in these powers.

His gaze shifted and landed on the ring on his left hand.

"Don't like any of them? Order and spatial authority, do you want them? I can..."

"I don't want it!"

Wen Yubai blurted it out almost without thinking, fearing that if he hesitated even a second longer, the God of Light would strip the God of Order of his authority.

The authority of order and space is the sovereign authority of the God of Order. He once told Wen Yubai that a god who is stripped of his authority will begin to disintegrate. If a new authority cannot be found to replace it in time, fall is the only outcome.

Seeing the God of Light's state, he'd be sure the God of Light wouldn't give up until he chose a power today.

Wen Yubai had no choice but to quickly choose one from among the many powers available.

The God of Light looked in the direction he was pointing. "Peace?"

He moved the bead emitting a soft white light in front of Wen Yubai, and then beckoned with his finger, another bead shimmering with golden light floated over.

"Don't you want wealth and power? You've made a lot of money for the Temple; you should like this."

"No, I only want peace."

Wen Yubai thought back to the dark times he spent in the Temple of Light.

What a joke! It's not like he wanted to earn that money! Don't slander people like that!

The God of Light waved his hand, and all the other orbs of authority scattered, leaving only the Authority of Peace suspended before Him.

He raised his hand and slowly pushed it into Wen Yubai's body.

An unfamiliar force surged in, awkward and forceful, and Wen Yubai felt an instinctive discomfort. The authority of the sea inevitably repelled the power of another authority.

Fortunately, the two powers are not opposed, so the discomfort of integration is relatively small.

In addition, the power of light slowly seeped in, gradually easing the rejection reaction.

Then it enveloped him, warm and gentle, as if he were being slowly carried down by a ray of light.

And so, without any warning, she fell into the embrace of light.

This feeling was similar to when the God of Darkness reversed the source of his magic, but the God of Light was gentler; He guided him step by step, helping him gradually integrate the Authority of Peace.

"Relax, it won't hurt."

The light's unique healing power truly does not cause pain; even the most severe injuries can be easily healed in His hands.

But this comforting remark jolted Wen Yubai awake, and he realized that he had fallen into the depths of the flower bushes without even noticing.

Ignoring his disheveled state, he immediately rolled over and slipped away from the God of Light's suppression like an eel.

"Wait a moment!"

"Hmm?" The God of Light was puzzled once again.

Wen Yubai whispered, "I'm not ready yet..."

He somewhat regretted playing the hero and running back to save the God of Order.

The God of Order is, after all, a legitimate deity. He may not be able to defeat the God of Light, but he shouldn't die so quickly.

But he was different.

His death would be even more gruesome than that of the God of Order.

-

Fortunately, Wen Yubai discovered that as long as he followed the words of the God of Light and expressed "not now" in a way that He could accept, He would not force him to continue.

Wen Yubai even asked the God of Light if he wanted to go out, and the God of Light generously agreed and then teleported Wen Yubai to the Temple of Light.

Before the high priest, whose face was full of surprise, the God of Light took his hand without any hesitation, demonstrating his unique favor and special treatment.

"I'll wait until you're ready."

Wen Yubai was so embarrassed that his scalp tingled, and he could only keep a straight face.

After finally seeing off the God of Light, he turned around and saw the High Priest looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Holy Son, you've returned..."

Wen Yubai really didn't want to hear the High Priest say things like, "Holy Son, you really didn't betray the Light," "The God of Light is so kind to you," or "How much money the Temple made while you were away."

He simply doesn't have the strength to listen to anything right now.

Wen Yubai decided to preemptively strike over a troublesome matter concerning the temple.

"High Priest, have you caught the traitor who colluded with the Dark Temple?"

The high priest paused for a moment, hesitated, and finally sighed.

"Yu Bai, you probably guessed it already. Now that things have come to this, I won't hide it from you anymore."