Transmigrated into Eroge as the Simp, but I Refuse This Fate-Chapter 46: New skill

Damien rolled his shoulders, a lazy smirk playing on his lips.

"Alright then, let's see what you've got for me."

He tapped the Lucky Bastard's Lottery Ticket, activating it without hesitation.

A bright golden light flared in his vision—shimmering, glitching slightly, as if the system itself was hesitating.

Ding!

[You have used the Lucky Bastard's Lottery Ticket.]

[Calculating reward…]

[Processing…]

[Error.]

[Error.]

Damien's smirk twitched.

'Error?'

That was new.

The system flickered for a moment, the interface distorting before reforming again.

Ding!

[Congratulations! You have obtained a Skill: Adaptive Physique.]

Damien blinked.

A skill?

That shouldn't be possible.

Even in Shackles of Fate, skills were exclusively tied to Awakened individuals.

For a non-Awakened like him to receive a skill was—

The system flickered again.

Ding!

[Warning! Host has not yet Awakened. Applying emergency correction…]

[Error. Skill implantation failed.]

[Warning! Awakening conditions not met. Skill cannot be processed—]

Then—

Something inside him shifted.

A cold pulse ran through his veins, foreign yet familiar, like something that had been asleep for years was suddenly stirring.

His vision swam for a second, his heart hammering as the system froze—then glitched violently.

Ding!

[Trait Activated: SINGULARITY.]

The world tilted.

For an instant, Damien felt something beyond himself—like unseen threads of reality twisting, bending, breaking.

And then—

A surge of heat tore through his bloodstream.

His body tensed, muscles locking up, then loosening almost immediately. A strange sensation washed over him—like his cells were restructuring, like something deep within his bloodline was being forcefully Awakened.

He gasped, gripping the sheets beneath him as his whole body burned—

Then, as quickly as it came, it was gone.

The system flickered back into place.

Ding!

[Warning bypassed. Adjusting to new conditions…]

[Bloodline Partial Awakening Detected.]

[Skill Successfully Obtained.]

The notification screen glowed brightly in his vision.

[New Passive Skill Acquired: Physique of Nature]

▶ Description: None.

▶ Effects:

Enhanced Recovery: The host's body passively heals minor injuries at an accelerated rate.

Universal Alchemical Compatibility: The host can now consume any alchemy-based product—potions, elixirs, tonics—without side effects, even as a non-Awakened.

Foundation Stabilization: The host's body is preparing for full Awakening. Future enhancements will integrate more efficiently.

Damien let out a slow, shaky breath, his fingers loosening from the fabric of his sheets.

He sat there, motionless for a moment, processing.

Then—

A grin stretched across his lips.

'Well now… this is interesting.'

Damien exhaled, his grin widening as he ran a hand through his hair.

'This… opens up a whole lot of new possibilities.'

The reason was obvious.

While playing Shackles of Fate, the player's choices had always been limited when it came to Damien's strength.

Why?

Because Damien Elford—in the game's canon—was a lazy bastard who refused to train.

And the game didn't help either. No matter what choices were made, the protagonist's base stats remained pathetic unless external means were used.

It was frustrating.

He remembered all too well the forum discussions, the countless hours of theorycrafting while he lay in a hospital bed, trying to figure out how to break the game.

And the only real way?

Alchemy.

Elixirs, potions, experimental serums—anything that could artificially enhance Damien's body.

The problem?

Alchemy wasn't something just anyone could consume.

There were countless routes where Damien tried using alchemical enhancements—only to end up suffering from horrific side effects because his body wasn't compatible without Awakening.

But now?

Ding!

[Universal Alchemical Compatibility: Active]

A low chuckle escaped his lips.

"Wow…"

This was… satisfying.

For the first time, he wasn't restricted by the game's limitations.

For the first time, Damien Elford could break past his pathetic predefined future.

And this was just the beginning.

He leaned back against his bed, stretching his arms with a slow smirk.

Damien exhaled slowly, his fingers drumming against his knee as he stared at the glowing system window.

The Physique of Nature skill had already given him a massive advantage, something that was never supposed to be possible for a non-Awakened.

But he still had one more ticket to use.

The lottery ticket he had received from leveling up.

A smirk tugged at his lips.

"Well then… let's test my luck again."

With a casual flick, he tapped on the Lottery Ticket, activating it.

A familiar golden light flickered in his vision—though this time, the system didn't immediately glitch.

Instead, it hesitated.

Like it was calculating something.

Like it was trying to decide what to give him.

Then—

Ding!

[You have used the Random Lottery Ticket.]

[Calculating reward…]

[Processing…]

[Warning! Host has not yet Awakened. Applying emergency correction…]

[Error. Skill implantation failed.]

[Error. Host does not meet standard conditions—]

Damien barely even reacted this time.

Instead, he simply leaned back, watching with mild amusement.

'Here we go again.'

The system flickered.

Glitched.

And then—

Ding!

[Trait Activated: SINGULARITY.]

The world tilted for a second time.

His vision blurred, a strange sensation running through his veins—not as intense as before, but still distinct.

Something unseen shifted in the background of reality, bending slightly around him.

And then—

Ding!

[Skill Successfully Obtained.]

[New Passive Skill Acquired: Merchant's Intuition]

▶ Description: A skill that allows the host to instinctively recognize profitable opportunities.

▶ Effects:

Prosperity Sense: The host will occasionally notice financial opportunities that others overlook—whether it be rare items, undervalued assets, or hidden business prospects.

Bargain Instinct: The host will naturally develop a talent for negotiation, making deals more favorable in his favor.

Wealth Affinity: The host's subconscious decisions will subtly steer him toward lucrative ventures over time.

This ability is heavily enhanced by the luck stat.

Damien's eyes flickered over the skill description.

Then, he laughed.

"Hahaha…"

A low, amused chuckle that slowly turned into something deeper.

Damien exhaled through his nose, his smirk never fading.

"To think…" he murmured, his voice low, almost amused. "That my abilities—ones that were wasted in my previous life—would showcase themselves like this."

How ironic.

Back in his old life, before he had woken up in this world, before he had become Damien Elford…

He had been brilliant.

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At least, he should have been.

But life had different plans for him.

His mind had been sharp, his instincts keen—yet none of it had mattered when his body had failed him.

A bedridden existence.

A body that had betrayed him before he even had a chance to live.

If not for that…

If not for the illness that had kept him trapped in that damn hospital bed, watching the world pass him by through a screen…

His life would have been very, very different.

But there was no use thinking about the past.

That life was gone.

This was his second chance.

And he wasn't going to waste it.

Damien smirked, pushing himself off the bed.

"Now…" he murmured, rolling his shoulders.

"It's time for the changes to begin."

The moment he stood, he felt it.

His body resisted him.

Like a sluggish machine, weighed down by excess fat and years of indulgence.

'Tch. This fat fuck's body is still the same.'

He clenched his jaw, staring down at himself, at the pathetic state of his physique.

His hands traced over his body, feeling the soft flesh, the remnants of the weakling who had lived here before him.

It was disgusting.

But at the same time…

He smirked.

Because all he could see now were cards in his hand.

Every flaw, every weakness, every disadvantage—

They were nothing more than things to be fixed.

This wasn't his body.

It was just a temporary state.

And soon, it would change.

Knock. Knock.

A sudden knock at the door snapped him from his thoughts, though.