Transmigrated into Eroge as the Simp, but I Refuse This Fate - Chapter 153

Chapter 153: Rewards after the sex (2)

A slow, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of Damien’s lips.

Interesting.

That was the only word that came to mind as he read through the skill log again, the soft glow of the system’s interface still faintly reflected in the droplets running down his skin.

Physique of Nature.

It was evolving—expanding—sharpening into something far beyond its original state. The compression, the optimization, the internal realignments. All of it moving toward a singular destination: peak human potential.

And the most fascinating part?

He shouldn’t even have this skill in the first place.

His fingers twitched slightly as another memory stirred—older, raw, buried beneath layers of pain and confusion. That day.

That first spark.

He hadn’t even been training. Hadn’t met any milestone. The system hadn’t queued a reward, and yet—

[Warning bypassed. Adjusting to new conditions…]

[Bloodline Partial Awakening Detected.]

[Skill Successfully Obtained.]

His eyes narrowed slightly as the echo of that message played through his head.

Bloodline.

Not from his mother’s side. No. Vivienne’s family had ties to mysticism, to support abilities, to control through charm and diplomacy. But this?

This was something primal. Physical. Dominant.

That meant—

Elford.

His father’s side.

And that tracked.

The Elford bloodline was infamous for birthing monsters in tailored suits—men who walked through fire and boardrooms with the same cold efficiency. Their strength wasn’t always loud, but it was absolute. A legacy honed over generations, reinforced by selective unions, silent awakenings, and hidden rituals.

Physique-type Awakened had always existed within their lineage. Rumors of men who could bend metal, tear through stone, or survive bullets with little more than a snarl. Unverified, of course. Always denied in public.

But Damien?

Damien felt it.

In his bones. In his nerves. In every tendon and sinew slowly being reforged by the system’s guidance.

And now—this skill—was proof that whatever lay dormant in his blood was no longer content to sleep.

He tilted his head down, eyes scanning his body through the foggy glass of the shower’s enclosure.

Indeed…

There was still fat. Pockets of softness around his waist, the remnants of his former laziness clinging to him like old scars. His chest still held the weight of years of neglect. He wasn’t lean. Not yet.

But he was changing.

And it wasn’t slow.

His abdomen looked slightly tighter. His arms, though still thick, were beginning to hold that compressed density the skill spoke of. The skin over his shoulders didn’t sag the same way it used to.

And more than what he saw—was what he felt.

A low warmth buzzed under his skin. Not the external heat of the shower—but an internal burn. Like something coiled inside his muscles had finally started to unravel. His veins pulsed with purpose, not fatigue. His lungs felt clearer. Even his posture—just standing—felt… cleaner. Straighter.

That subtle itch under the flesh—that was fat burning.

The body moving on its own.

The system wasn’t just guiding him.

It was pushing him.

Burning every wasted ounce, draining every excess, sculpting him whether he liked it or not.

And the best part?

He did like it.

“…So,” he muttered, letting the water trail down his spine, “even the bloodline wants me to win now.”

Just as the steam curled thick around him, just as Damien rolled his shoulders with the smug satisfaction of a man reshaped by design—

Ding.

Then a voice.

Crisp. Calm. Mechanical.

[Host, you have completed another quest.]

Damien blinked, glancing upward, water trailing down his face.

“…Huh?”

The interface shimmered again, bright letters carving themselves into the foggy space of his vision.

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[Hidden Quest Completed: First Conquest]

Congratulations. You have successfully lost your virginity.

Reward: +200 SP | +1 Technique Awakening Token

You have proven yourself capable of intimacy, dominance, and control. The world now acknowledges that you are no longer the man of the past.

—————

Damien froze.

Then, deadpan, he muttered, “I wasn’t a virgin.”

There was a beat of silence—then the system responded.

[Correction. You were a virgin in this body.]

Damien’s mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

He exhaled slowly.

“…Tch. You’re really keeping score now?”

The system did not respond to the jab.

Because it didn’t need to.

Damien ran a hand down his face and let the heat of the water disguise the faint, amused flush warming his ears.

“Fine,” he muttered. “Whatever.”

He flicked open the interface again, his fingers moving through the menus until the hidden quests appeared—just beneath the standard logs, glowing in pale gold.

Sure enough, it was there.

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[Hidden Quest: Break the Image of the Past]

Status: Complete

You were once a man of weakness, indulgence, and inaction. This act, while physical, symbolized far more—

You seized control. You dominated the moment.

You made her scream your name.

You proved that the you who once existed in this body is dead.

Rewards Unlocked:

– 500 SP

– 500 EXP

– Title Acquired: [Reforged One]

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Damien stared at the flickering golden letters, droplets running in lazy lines down his skin, steam coiling around him like a crown.

[Title Acquired: Reforged One]

He let the words hang in the air, the corners of his mouth twitching upward.

“…Seriously?”

A quiet, amused exhale left him as he wiped the fog from the bathroom mirror with the flat of his palm. The man reflected there wasn’t lean yet, wasn’t perfect—but he was no longer the slouched, bloated figure from before. Something in the eyes had changed.

Sharper.

Hungrier.

He tapped his interface again, calling up his status.

The system responded instantly.

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[STATUS] [Synchronization: Complete]

▶ Name: Damien Elford

▶ Age: 17

▶Level: 4

▶SP: 1745

Traits: [Reforged One] [Does Not Bend] [Singularity] [Sociopath] [Anarchist]

Passive Skills: [Merchant’s Intuition] [Physique of Nature][Neural Synchronicity]

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[Attributes]

▶ Strength: 7

▶ Agility: 7

▶ Endurance: 8

▶ Will: ??

▶ Intelligence: ??

▶ Charm: 8

▶ Luck: 9

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Damien raised an eyebrow.

“Luck went up by one,” he muttered, rubbing his jaw. “Not bad.”

The other stats hadn’t changed much—but he could feel it. The compression wasn’t just about mass. It was about function. And whatever was happening beneath the numbers was clearly doing its job.

Still, what caught his attention most wasn’t the stats.

It was the traits.

Damien scrolled through the status screen once more, his eyes narrowing slightly as they rested on the list of traits.

No more [Lazy Bitch].

No more [Spineless Donor].

No more [Simp].

Gone.

Like old skin shed by something newer, something sharper—something with teeth.

Only five traits remained now.

[Reforged One]

[Does Not Bend]

[Singularity]

[Sociopath]

[Anarchist]

Damien’s smirk returned, colder this time. Focused.

He tapped on [Reforged One], and the system obeyed.

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[Reforged One]

Type: Unique Trait

Status: System-Anomalous

▶ You have defied your predetermined role. The narrative tied to your soul has been severed.

▶ You were supposed to fall. You were meant to be forgotten. A disposable man in a disposable timeline.

▶ But you changed. And the world noticed.

Effects:

– Greatly increases resistance to Fate-based and Narrative-class interference.

– Removes all Destiny Threads previously attached to the host.

– Host is no longer recognized by the World Algorithm as the same entity.

– Attracts hostility from systems or forces attempting to preserve causality.

– Passive boost to Luck when resisting narrative collapse.

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System Log Excerpt:

[ERROR 492-F: Trait not permitted by global framework]

[ERROR 499-T: Destiny Thread Unlinked. Re-assignment failed.]

[ERROR 505-S: Anomaly Shield Triggered]

→ Override authorized by Traits: [Singularity], [Does Not Bend]

→ Emergency Containment: Success

→ Status: Stabilized

Damien’s smile twisted.

“Of course,” he muttered.

The world had tried to stop it.

The moment he broke away from the pattern—when he forced change through an act so visceral, so final—the system had panicked. Destiny, fate, narrative paths… they had all tried to pull him back. Patch over the fracture. Re-stitch the wound he had ripped open by simply being someone else.

But it hadn’t worked.

Because of [Singularity]—his refusal to conform to anyone else’s identity.

And [Does Not Bend]—the absolute immunity to external will.

Two traits that defied manipulation at the root.

Two traits that shielded him when the world itself tried to overwrite him.

Damien took in a slow breath, chest rising under the steam. His reflection in the mirror was still blurred by heat, but the eyes—those stayed sharp.

He had walked through shame. Through ridicule. He had worn the weight of failure like armor and let the world grind him into the dirt.

And now?

“Shall we train.”

RUBMLE!

Though the rumble of his stomach said otherwise…