Transmigrated into Eroge as the Simp, but I Refuse This Fate-Chapter 29: New system (2)

Inside the same space where Damien had just stood, Selene remained, her golden eyes narrowing slightly. The air still crackled with the remnants of his presence, like an echo refusing to fade. But it wasn't the lingering warmth of his lips that unsettled her. No, that was trivial. A goddess had tasted countless lips, stolen countless breaths. A mere kiss was nothing.

And yet...

She touched her bottom lip again, as if confirming the sensation hadn't been a fleeting trick of the mind. Her fingers lingered, pressing lightly against the place where he had claimed his defiance.

How strange.

Her amusement deepened, but beneath it, something foreign stirred. Something unfamiliar.

This mortal—this Damien—had done something no man, no god, had ever managed. He had shattered the natural order. He had twisted the fundamental truth of power—of her power.

Selene turned, her dress shifting like woven starlight, the ripples of her presence pulsing through the air. Her domain, usually an extension of her will, flickered faintly—unsettled, as if questioning her reaction. As if mirroring her own intrigue.

Her golden eyes darkened.

It was not merely his resistance that intrigued her. It was his existence itself.

She closed her eyes, extending her senses outward. Tracing the thread of energy that bound itself to his soul. Every being belonged to something. Every world had a Watcher, a god who oversaw its cycle. That was how it had always been.

And yet, as she searched, as she probed deeper—

She frowned.

His essence did not align with that woman. The one who oversaw Earth. It was not tethered to her, nor did it bear her mark. The very laws of the universe dictated that mortals were tied to the divine presence of their world's guardian.

But Damien wasn't.

A mortal without a tether?

Her fingers curled slightly. How interesting.

Selene tilted her head, letting the realization sink in. Damien himself did not know. She could feel his ignorance, the way he carried himself with the confidence of a man who believed he had seen the depths of his existence—when in truth, he had barely scratched the surface. He was blind to his own anomaly, oblivious to the thing that made him different.

And that difference had given him the power to defy a god.

Selene exhaled slowly, a smirk playing at her lips.

"Rather than being tied to a bastard who refuses to do anything for a change... I wonder what you will bring out for me..." she murmured, her voice laced with anticipation.

Power meant nothing if the wielder did not act. She had seen countless beings born with greatness, only to squander it, rot within their own self-imposed cages. But Damien? He was a wildcard. A rogue piece in a game that had been carefully orchestrated for eons.

And she wanted to see it.

The path he would carve. The chaos he would bring. The future he would build with his own hands.

Selene ran her tongue lightly over her lips, amusement flickering in her golden gaze as she leaned back, her seductive legs swinging over the edge of her throne. A queen waiting for her entertainment to begin.

"Entertain me more... little Damien..." she purred, voice dripping with dark promise.

Her smirk widened, eyes gleaming with something unspoken.

"And who knows... maybe you will get me at some point..."

She chuckled, low and sultry, before turning her gaze toward the rippling space where he had vanished.

This would be fun.

*****

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.

'Alright, system, let's get to the real question. What exactly can you do? What are your functions?'

[The Scoundrel System is designed to pave the path for the host in the direction of the host's desires. The system will assist the host in achieving his goals, providing necessary tools, guidance, and enhancements.]

My grin widened. 'So, you're saying I have a system tailor-made to help me get what I want?'

[Affirmative.]

'Damn. That's a hell of an upgrade from the last one.'

[The previous system limited the host's potential. The Scoundrel System ensures that external influences will no longer dictate the host's path.]

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'Now we're talking. So, what else do you have?'

[System Functions Available:]

▶ [Quest Function] – Dynamic missions assigned based on host's circumstances, desires, and actions. Completion grants rewards and enhances host's growth.

▶ [Skill Function] – Locked. Mana awakening required.

▶ [Shop Function] – Locked. Requires system synchronization at higher levels.

I raised an eyebrow. 'So some functions are locked because I haven't awakened mana yet?'

[Correct. Mana awakening is required to unlock combat-related and advanced functions.]

'Tch, figures.' I exhaled, but I wasn't particularly bothered. If anything, this just meant I had something to look forward to.

I leaned forward, fingers drumming rhythmically against my knee. "Alright, System, let's talk about this Shop. What exactly can I get from it?"

A brief silence followed before the system's mechanical voice responded.

[The Shop Function is an exclusive feature of the Scoundrel System, designed to enhance the host's abilities in alignment with his desires and goals. The host can acquire various items, including—but not limited to—skills, skill upgrades, unique traits, advanced combat arts, and powerful runes. These purchases are made using Scoundrel Points (SP).]

I tilted my head slightly, a slow grin tugging at my lips. "Skills, traits, combat arts, and runes, huh? Sounds like a full-blown cheat menu. Tell me, System, how do I start spending these so-called Scoundrel Points?"

[The Shop Function is currently locked. The host must reach Level 5 to unlock access.]

I clicked my tongue in mild annoyance, leaning back against the chair. "So I have an entire arsenal at my fingertips, but I can't touch any of it yet? That's a damn tease."

[The system is designed to reward growth. The host must increase his level through quests, challenges, and personal development before gaining access to higher-tier functions. This ensures the host does not become overly reliant on external assistance and continues to refine his natural abilities.]

I scoffed, shaking my head. "That almost sounds like you want me to work for my rewards instead of just handing them over." My tone was laced with amusement, but deep down, I couldn't deny the underlying excitement bubbling within me.

A personalized system. A shop that catered to my desires. A direct connection to a goddess.

This wasn't just some generic power-up system. This was different. This was mine.

"Fine," I muttered, a sharp gleam in my eyes. "If Level 5 is the key, then I'll just have to grind my way up. No big deal. Just point me in the right direction, System."

I could almost feel the invisible gears turning as the system processed my words. Then, another notification appeared before my eyes.

[New Objective: Unlock the Scoundrel's Arsenal.]

▶ Reach Level 5.

▶ Gain access to the Shop Function.

▶ Acquire your first custom skill.

[Reward: ???]

A laugh rumbled in my chest as I stared at the objective. "A mystery reward, huh? Now you're just baiting me."

No matter. I wasn't the type to back down from a challenge.

If the Scoundrel System wanted me to earn my power, then so be it.

I'd play by its rules—for now.

But once I got strong enough...

I'd start bending those rules in my favor.