Transmigrated into Eroge as the Simp, but I Refuse This Fate-Chapter 28: New system ?

Falling.

That was the only way to describe it.

I wasn't just being pulled back—I was rushing through something vast, endless, as if tumbling through the fabric of existence itself.

Colors blurred past me in streaks of light, sensations flickering in and out of focus. My body felt weightless one moment, crushingly heavy the next, shifting between extremes as if reality couldn't decide how to hold me.

Then—

A jolt.

My eyes snapped open.

I was back.

The familiar ceiling loomed above me, the dim glow of the room's ornate lighting fixtures casting soft shadows across the polished walls.

The same luxurious space I had left. The same air, the same heavy silence.

I sat up slowly, my breath steadying as I turned my head toward the clock.

An hour had passed.

Just an hour.

I scoffed under my breath.

"What a waste... yet a blessing."

A waste—because I had lost time.

A blessing—because if I had stayed any longer, I might have lost more than that.

I clenched my jaw, running a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly.

I had been on the verge of losing myself to my desires.

That—

That was something I didn't want.

Just as I steadied my breath, a voice echoed in my mind.

[System initiating...]

A pulse of raw energy surged through my mind, sharp and undeniable, like something deep within me was being rewritten from the inside out.

Then—

[Previous system detected...]

[Righteous System: Obsolete.]

[Overwriting previous system...]

I stiffened, my breath hitching as a flood of data cascaded across my vision, line after line of glowing text scrolling before my eyes. The very framework of my reality within this body was being altered.

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[System Overhaul in Progress...]

▶ Admin Rights... Revoked from external influences

▶ Host's Mental Restrictions... Removed

▶ Righteous_One's Authority... Erased

▶ Independent Thought Processing... Fully Restored

▶ Host's Willpower... Unlocked

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[Core Intelligence Adjustments...]

▶ Cognitive Processing Speed... Unable to influence!

[Error Detected...]

[System Overhaul Interrupted.]

A sudden jolt ran through my mind, like static crackling along the edges of my consciousness.

The glowing text that had been streaming so smoothly across my vision glitched, lines of data flickering and distorting.

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[Core Intelligence Adjustments...]

▶ Cognitive Processing Speed... Unable to influence!

▶ Logical Deduction Efficiency... Unable to influence!

▶ Instinctive Decision-Making... Unable to influence!

▶ Emotional Manipulation Resistance... Unable to influence!

[Warning: System's current capabilities are insufficient to modify host's intelligence parameters.]

[Host's cognitive framework exceeds the system's current operational thresholds.]

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I narrowed my eyes as I read the error messages.

'What the hell?'

Every adjustment related to intelligence, reasoning, or mental processing had outright failed.

Not because of an external interference—

But because the system itself wasn't capable of influencing me.

I let out a low chuckle.

My laugh continued, low at first, then rising into something sharper, more amused.

Selene's words echoed in my mind—subtle hints, things she had implied without outright stating.

It was all coming together now.

'As expected... I had never been a normal guy in the first place.'

This... this was just confirmation of something I had suspected but never had proof for.

I leaned back, smirking to myself.

"I guess the gods really did nerf me by giving me that illness..." I muttered under my breath.

Because if my mind—my cognitive abilities—were at such a level that even a system designed to alter reality couldn't touch them...

Then what did that say about me?

What was I before all of this?

I scoffed, shaking my head.

"What can I say? I was way overpowered, it seems."

I mocked my own life, my own past.

All those years bedridden, barely able to move, my body failing me—was that the price?

A forced handicap?

Like a player in a game who had been too strong, so the developers had thrown in a debuff to keep things "fair"?

Tch.

How ridiculous.

Just then—

A new notification flickered across my vision.

[System Initialization Complete.]

[Welcome, Host.]

[Scoundrel System: Fully Activated.]

The glowing interface before me shifted, the text rewriting itself, my previous stats and traits remaining—

But their names had changed.

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[Scoundrel System Status]

▶ [Arrogance] (Previously: Noblesse Oblige)

▶ [Simp] (Previously: Chivalry)

▶ [Lazy Bitch] (Previously: Virtue of the Soul)

▶ [Spineless Donor] (Previously: Virtue of Generosity)

▶ [Impulsive] (Previously: Passionate Heart)

▶ [Naïve Fool] (Previously: Unwavering Trust)

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I stared at the list, my smirk widening.

'Well, damn.'

The new names weren't just different—they were insults.

Mocking. Brutal.

Unlike the Righteous System, which had tried to make those pathetic traits sound noble, this one had no illusions about what they really were.

But then—

Something else appeared beneath them.

[Conflicting Traits Detected.]

▶ [Does Not Bend] – Host refuses to yield, regardless of external pressure or imposed morals.

▶ [Singularity] – A mind that cannot be altered, a will that does not fragment.

▶ [Partial Sociopathy] – Host lacks some of the emotions and struggles to form empathy for some people.

▶ [Anarchist] – Innate resistance to authority, rejects imposed hierarchies instinctively.

My smirk faded slightly.

These traits—

They weren't from Damien.

They were mine.

The real me.

And they were conflicting with the ones that already existed in this body.

I could feel it—like two sets of instincts clashing inside me, grinding against each other like tectonic plates before an earthquake.

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I let out a slow breath.

'Well... isn't this interesting.'

The system flickered again, the glowing interface shifting—rewriting itself in real time.

For a moment, the text glitched, breaking apart into fragmented symbols before reassembling into something new.

Then—

[Synchronization Complete.]

A pulse of raw energy surged through me, deeper than before.

Like something clicking into place.

Like this body was no longer just a shell—but mine.

I exhaled, flexing my fingers, feeling the difference immediately.

No resistance. No foreign instincts trying to pull me in a direction I didn't want to go.

This body was finally synced to me.

"Status Window."

The moment I spoke, the system responded.

A translucent panel materialized before my eyes, the familiar format appearing—

But the details had changed.

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[STATUS] [Synchronization: Complete]

▶ Name: Damien Elford

▶ Age: 17

▶Level: 0

▶SP: 0

Traits: [Arrogance] [Simp] [Lazy Bitch] [Spineless Donor] [Impulsive] [Naïve Fool] [Does Not Bend] [Singularity] [Sociopath] [Anarchist]

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[Attributes]

▶ Strength: 3

▶ Agility: 1

▶ Endurance: 1

▶ Will: ??

▶ Intelligence: ??

▶ Charm: 3

▶ Luck: 5

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I narrowed my eyes at the '??' marks next to my Will and Intelligence attributes, my lips curling into a smirk.

'What's with these?' I asked, amused.

[With the current level of the system, the host's Will and Intelligence parameters are unable to be determined.]

I chuckled under my breath. 'In the future, they will be?'

[The system is created by the Goddess Selene to assist the host on his path. The higher the host's level is, the stronger the authority of the system will be.]

My smirk deepened. 'Interesting.'

Leaning back, I let the implications settle in. This wasn't just some generic system—it had a direct connection to a goddess. One who had clearly chosen me for something far beyond what I had originally thought.

'But why this name?' I asked, raising an eyebrow. 'Why call it the "Scoundrel System"?'

[That is the name that the Goddess has determined for the host.]

I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. 'Figures. She really does have a sense of humor.'

Tapping my fingers against my knee, I considered the situation. It wasn't a bad thing. If anything, it was more fitting than the garbage system I had before.

'Fine, then,' I muttered to myself, a grin tugging at my lips. 'Let's see where this path takes me.'

As the final notification flickered away, I felt a shift inside me. A sense of alignment, of purpose. This wasn't just a game. This was my reality now.

And I was ready to play it my way.