Transmigrated into Eroge as the Simp, but I Refuse This Fate-Chapter 21: Synchronization

Darkness.

Then—

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Memories.

They surged into me all at once, flooding my mind like a broken dam. A whirlwind of images, sensations, and emotions that weren't mine—but now, somehow, were.

I saw him.

Damien Elford.

From childhood to now. Every moment, every experience, every pathetic excuse of a decision he had ever made.

And the more I saw, the more disgusted I became.

Born into privilege. Absolute privilege. A life where everything was handed to him on a silver platter—money, status, power.

And yet—

What did he do with it?

Nothing.

Every opportunity, every resource, every single chance to make something of himself? He squandered it.

Teachers hired to give him the best education? He ignored them, too lazy to study.

Trainers brought in to refine his body? He made excuses, calling physical effort "pointless."

Tutors in politics, economics, business? He sat through their lessons with a smirk, knowing deep down he would never actually use any of it.

Because why would he?

Why try when his family name alone was enough to carry him through life?

He was a narcissist—but not even the obvious kind.

Not the ones who owned their arrogance, who flaunted their status openly.

No.

He was the worst kind.

A covert narcissist.

The type who masked their delusions with self-pity.

The type who sat around doing nothing with their lives, yet expected sympathy when things didn't magically go their way.

The type who would whine about being "misunderstood" instead of actually changing.

He told himself he was better than others, but deep down?

He was a loser.

A pathetic, self-inflicted failure who resented anyone who actually worked for what they had.

And instead of improving, instead of fixing himself, he would just sit there, stewing in bitterness, blaming everyone else for his incompetence.

'Tch.'

These were the kinds of people that disgusted me the most.

The ones who refused to take accountability. The ones who wasted everything and still expected the world to pity them.

He chose to be a failure.

He chose to rot away in his own mediocrity.

And now I was stuck in his body?

I felt something burn inside me.

I hated people like him.

And I refused to be like him.

The memories kept coming, wave after wave of this loser's miserable existence—

And all I could think was:

'I will never be this pathetic piece of shit.'

Just as another wave of memories threatened to drown me, a voice cut through the void.

Smooth. Soft. But undeniably authoritative.

"Oh... now that I've looked through your life, you really are a special specimen, aren't you?"

I froze.

That voice—

I knew that voice.

Because how the hell could I forget?

The woman who had appeared in that void like she owned the place. The one who had mocked Righteous_One without even trying. The one who had saved me from whatever bullshit he had planned.

I turned my head sharply.

"Selene?"

Silence.

Then—

A sharp chuckle.

"Who said you were allowed to address me by name?"

I felt a chill crawl up my spine.

Her voice wasn't harsh, but there was something in it—something dangerous.

A presence that demanded respect.

For a moment, I stayed silent, letting her words settle.

Then, I scoffed.

"The hell?" I muttered, rolling my shoulders as I shook off that instinctual chill. "And what exactly am I supposed to call you, huh?"

No response.

I narrowed my eyes. "You're the one who showed up in my head, talking like you know everything. If you don't want me to say your name, then what? Should I call you 'Your Majesty'? 'Oh, Great One'? Tch. Give me a break."

I wasn't going to back down.

Who the fuck was I supposed to be here?

I had already lost my original body, been thrown into some loser's existence, and now I had to walk on eggshells just because some mysterious woman didn't like the way I addressed her?

Yeah, no thanks.

Then—

The entire space shifted.

The darkness around me moved.

No, turned.

Like reality itself was being twisted into something new.

I barely had time to process the sensation before my feet landed on solid ground—

And suddenly, I was somewhere else entirely.

A vast chamber stretched before me, grand and regal, yet impossibly surreal. The air felt thick, charged with an energy I couldn't name. The floor beneath me was smooth obsidian, polished to a mirror-like shine, reflecting the warm, golden glow of floating lights that hovered in the air like fireflies.

But what struck me first—

Was the scent.

A rich, intoxicating fragrance filled the space.

Something sweet. Something dark. Like the perfect mix of aged wine, delicate spices, and something dangerously addictive.

And then—

My eyes landed on her.

Selene.

Lounging effortlessly on a throne, one leg crossed over the other, her posture lazy yet undeniably regal.

She was exactly as I remembered—elegant, poised, the very embodiment of confidence. The deep slit of her dress revealed those endlessly long legs, and the soft, ambient glow of the chamber cast a halo-like sheen over her impossibly smooth skin.

Her golden eyes met mine, gleaming with something playful—yet predatory.

And then, she smiled.

"Much better," she murmured. "Now, why don't we have a little chat?"

I met her gaze, unmoving.

Selene leaned forward slightly, resting her elbow on the armrest of her throne, her chin propped lazily against her palm. The way she looked at me—it wasn't just curiosity.

It was amusement.

"You really are a special specimen," she mused, her lips curling slightly. "The fact that you were able to piss him off enough to make him do all this... well, let's just say, that doesn't happen often."

I arched a brow. "Are you talking about Righteous_One?"

She chuckled. "I suppose that's the name you know him by."

Tch. So she did know him.

I crossed my arms, tilting my head slightly. "And what's your relationship with him?"

Selene's golden eyes gleamed with something unreadable.

"Why should I answer you?" she asked, her voice laced with playful mockery.

I clicked my tongue. "It's not like you'll die if you do."

Her lips twitched at that. "True," she admitted, a hint of laughter in her tone. "But where's the fun in just revealing everything?"

She sat back, her posture relaxed, completely in control.

"Why don't we make this more interesting?" she continued. "Try to guess my relationship with him. If you guess correctly enough..."

Her crimson lips curled into a smirk.

"I'll give you a reward."

The moment I heard that, I smirked.

'Heh. Now we're talking.'

Everything was already going in the direction I wanted. She was interested. Engaged. Teasing, sure, but that meant I had room to push.

And if there was one thing I enjoyed, it was turning the tables.

"Alright," I said, shrugging lazily. "Don't mind me if I try."

Selene's golden eyes gleamed with intrigue.

"Go ahead," she murmured, resting her cheek against her knuckles. "Let's see if that sharp tongue of yours is good for more than just pissing people off."

Tch.

I licked my lips slightly, letting my thoughts turn.