Transmigrated into Eroge as the Simp, but I Refuse This Fate-Chapter 20: Righteous System ?

I opened my eyes.

For a moment, I just stared at the ceiling, my mind still adjusting, still catching up to everything that had just happened.

The void.

Righteous_One.

Selene.

I inhaled deeply before pushing myself upright, my body feeling heavier than before—like I had been running for hours and just collapsed into bed.

Bed.

I blinked, finally taking in my surroundings.

The same room. The same luxurious space I had gone to sleep in. No changes. No signs of anything different.

I turned my head toward the door.

Silence.

No voices. No footsteps.

I reached for my phone, checking the time.

Only two minutes had passed.

'The hell?'

To me, it felt like an eternity had dragged on in that void. But here? Not even enough time for a song to finish playing.

It made sense, in a way.

'Time flows differently in different places... I guess.'

Maybe next time, two days would pass. Maybe more. Who knew?

But before I could even process the thought fully—

[System Booted.]

My entire body went rigid as the robotic voice echoed in my head.

And then—

[Righteous System Booted!]

[Hello, Host!]

I froze.

'What?'

That voice.

That name.

My lips parted slightly, my brain struggling to keep up.

'Righteous... System?'

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

I sat there, still staring at the words flashing in my vision, my mind working to piece together what the hell I was looking at.

[Righteous System Booted!]

[Hello, Host!]

I exhaled slowly, running a hand down my face.

'Tch. I should've seen this coming.'

After all, Righteous_One didn't drag me into this world just to let me do whatever I wanted. No, of course not. He had to rig the game.

I leaned back against the bedframe. "Alright. Let's hear it. What exactly is the Righteous System?"

The text flickered in response.

[The Righteous System is a gift from the great Righteous_One, designed to guide you on the path of virtue and justice!]

[Created by the just deity, Righteous_One, this system ensures that its wielder walks the noble path, embodying the highest virtues of a true aristocrat.]

I narrowed my eyes. "Uh-huh. And what exactly does that mean?"

The system continued without hesitation.

[The Righteous System is a masterpiece of divine creation, crafted by the unparalleled wisdom and benevolence of the great Righteous_One!]

I clicked my tongue. 'Of course, it is.'

[With this system, you, Host, will be guided toward true righteousness! The path of nobility, justice, and moral superiority has been laid before you. Rejoice, for you have been chosen to walk the road of greatness under the guidance of the most just deity, Righteous_One!]

I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "Yeah, yeah, you can cut the worship speech. I get it."

But the system didn't stop.

[Righteous_One, in his boundless generosity, has granted you this system so that you may correct the grave errors of your past mindset. He, in his eternal justice, has deemed you worthy of redemption. Through this system, you shall learn what it means to be truly virtuous!]

I snorted. "Oh yeah? And what if I don't want to be virtuous?"

There was a brief pause.

Then—

[That would be disappointing to the great Righteous_One, who has so graciously bestowed this gift upon you.]

I let out a sharp laugh. "Oh no, how tragic. Wouldn't want to disappoint him, huh?"

The system didn't respond to the sarcasm. Instead, more text appeared.

[Host will find that rejecting the Righteous Path is... unwise.]

I narrowed my eyes. "Unwise, huh?"

[Indeed! Righteous_One has planned this system carefully to ensure that Host follows the noble path of virtue. Straying too far from this path may result in... consequences.]

I scoffed. "Right. Consequences."

This whole thing was a joke. A rigged game made by a sore loser who couldn't handle the fact that I had torn his pathetic worldview apart. Now he wanted to force me into his so-called "righteous path"?

Tch.

Like hell I'd just play along.

I exhaled, leaning back against the headboard. "Fine. Let's start simple. Status."

The system responded instantly.

[Displaying Host's Status...]

A translucent screen materialized in front of me, text forming in crisp, golden letters.

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[STATUS] [Synchronization: Not synchronized]

Name: Damien Elford

Age: 17

Traits: [Noblesse Oblique], [Chivalric], [Virtue of the Soul], [Virtue of Generosity], [Passionate Heart], [Unwavering Trust]

Attributes:

▶ Strength: 3

▶ Agility: 1

▶ Endurance: 1

▶ Will: 1

▶ Intelligence: 4

▶ Charm: 3

▶ Luck: 5

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'What the actual fuck is this?'

I expected something bad, but this was on another level. Strength so low I'd lose a fight to a child, endurance so weak I'd probably get winded climbing the stairs, and willpower so nonexistent that I might as well not have a spine at all.

But that wasn't even the worst part.

The traits.

Something about them felt off.

They looked good at first glance—hell, Noblesse Oblige and Virtue of the Soul sounded downright fancy. But the more I stared at them, the more something nagged at me.

'Tch. Sketchy as hell.'

I tapped on one of them—

[Chivalry]

A new window popped up.

—---

[Chivalry]

🔹 "A true man cherishes women. Your heart and wallet shall always remain open to them."

Women's trusted one. If a woman asks for something, user gets a moral penalty for refusing.Gold Drain. User loves spending money on women and feels obliged to.Cannot harm women. User is unable to harm women.

—---

"PUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

I clutched my stomach, shaking with laughter.

"This... this is too fucking good!"

The simping was literal.

The moment a woman so much as asked for something, I'd feel like a bad person for saying no?! My own brain chemistry was being rigged so I'd enjoy throwing money at them?! And if a woman tried to kill me? Too bad! My strength would drop into the negatives just because she had boobs!

'This is some next-level cuckery.'

And it got worse.

I tapped on another trait.

—---

[Passionate Heart]

🔹 "A man should never suppress his feelings. Your emotions guide you."

Emotional Honesty. User experiences emotions at their fullest, allowing them to connect deeply with others. Whether joy, sadness, anger, or love—every feeling is embraced without restraint. Impulse-Driven. A heart that follows passion does not hesitate! When strong emotions are triggered, the user will instinctively act upon them, making decisions that are true to their feelings in the moment. Hunger Sensitivity. The body's needs are just as important as the heart's! The hungrier the user gets, the more they focus on satisfying their desires, ensuring they never ignore their natural instincts.

—---

I stared at the screen, my stomach twisting with something between disgust and sheer disbelief.

'What the fuck is this?'

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None of it made sense.

Just because I had entered his body, I was now inheriting his traits? His weaknesses? His pathetic mindset?

'Is this some kind of fucking joke?'

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as irritation flared in my chest. This wasn't just a shitty system—it was a rigged curse.

The weak will. The emotional instability. The literal inability to refuse women.

Was I even myself anymore? Or was this body trying to turn me into the same spineless wreck Damien Elford had been before?

No.

I refused to believe that just because I was here, I had to be him.

I was not that loser.

And I sure as hell wasn't going to become him.

I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to calm down. "No. This isn't—"

[Synchronization starting.]

My breath hitched.

The system's voice echoed in my skull, colder than before.

Then—

Pain.

A sharp, searing pull from deep inside me, as if something invisible had reached into my very being and started forcibly merging something that wasn't supposed to be there.

My vision blurred.

My body went weightless.

And then—

Darkness swallowed me whole once again.

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You shall not worry. His stats will not remain like that, as there is no fun with that.