Transmigrated into Eroge as the Simp, but I Refuse This Fate-Chapter 91: New stats

Damien exhaled slowly, running a hand down the bandages wrapped tightly around his torso. The dull ache was there, a deep pressure just beneath his skin, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Pain had long since become just another part of his routine—another part of his evolution.

With a quiet grunt, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and pushed himself upright.

Immediately, Elysia moved.

"Young Master?"

He barely spared her a glance, rolling his shoulders as he tested his body’s limits. "What?" His voice was calm, almost amused. "Expected me to stay here?"

She didn’t respond.

Not immediately, at least.

Her sharp green eyes flickered across his form, assessing—calculating. And in that brief silence, Damien saw it.

Doubt.

It wasn’t visible to most. She didn’t frown, didn’t shift her posture, didn’t say anything outright. But Damien had grown accustomed to reading her small expressions. The faint crease in her brow. The almost imperceptible tension in her stance.

She wasn’t convinced.

Damien smirked.

"See?" he mused, tilting his head as he met her gaze.

Still, she said nothing.

He turned away, heading toward the small closet where his belongings had been placed. His movements were slower than usual—not from weakness, but from awareness. His body had changed again, and while it was no longer burdened by excess weight, it was still adjusting.

Opening the closet, he pulled out his usual oversized clothes—his old T-shirt, his baggy sweatpants. The fabric hung loosely around his frame, swallowing his form just as it had before. But beneath it, everything was different.

He could feel it.

Even with the pain pressing against his ribs, even with the dull soreness throbbing in his skin, he knew this body was stronger than before. Faster.

More his.

"Young Master," Elysia finally spoke again as he pulled the shirt over his head. "You are aware that your body is still healing. Moving too much could—"

Damien scoffed. "And?"

His voice was calm, unaffected.

"Pain is irrelevant," he continued, rolling his wrists as he tested the tightness of his bandages. "Besides, I heal faster than normal humans."

That much was obvious.

His Physique of Nature had already sped up the process beyond what should have been possible. It wasn’t just his skin—it was his muscles, his very biology adapting to every change he forced upon it.

And even if that wasn’t enough—

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"I can just drink potions."

Elysia remained silent.

Damien smirked to himself.

Still, there was a question lingering in his mind.

"Though it may hurt a little to open the wound."

His body recognized injuries as damage. It healed faster than anything else. But would it accept a closed wound being forcefully reopened? Would it interpret the stitches as something to be removed?

Interesting.

But that was a question for another time.

For now—

He turned back to Elysia, stretching his arms despite the tightness in his skin.

"Let’s go."

Because his transformation was far from over.

"Mr. Elford, I strongly advise you to take it slow."

Dr. Laurent’s voice carried the same professional patience as before, but this time, there was an undeniable edge of frustration beneath it.

Damien, who was already adjusting his shirt, barely spared him a glance. "And I strongly advise you to stop wasting my time."

The doctor sighed, his fingers pressing lightly against the bridge of his nose. "I understand that you’re eager to move forward, but post-surgical recovery is not something you can ignore. Your stitches—"

"Will hold."

The casual confidence in Damien’s tone made it clear that he had no intention of staying another second in this clinic.

Dr. Laurent narrowed his eyes slightly. "Even if you heal faster than normal, your body still needs time to adjust. The skin removal process—"

"Is already done." Damien turned to him fully now, expression unreadable. "I paid for the best. You delivered. Conversation over."

The doctor sighed again, but it was clear he wasn’t going to argue further.

"Fine," he muttered, stepping aside. "At the very least, wear the compression garments as instructed. I won’t be responsible for unnecessary complications."

Damien smirked. "Duly noted, Doctor."

With that, he walked out.

Elysia followed him wordlessly, her footsteps light and measured as they moved through the pristine corridors of the clinic. By the time they reached the car, the driver had already opened the door for them.

Damien slid into the seat, exhaling as he leaned back against the cool leather. The moment the door shut behind him, a familiar sound echoed in his mind—

[Hidden Quest: Shed Your Past – Completed]

A translucent panel flickered into existence before his eyes.

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[STATUS] [Synchronization: Complete]

▶ Name: Damien Elford

▶ Age: 17

▶ Level: 2

▶ SP: 745

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

Passive Skills: [Merchant’s Intuition] [Physique of Nature]

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[Attributes]

▶ Strength: 7

▶ Agility: 5

▶ Endurance: 8

▶ Will: ??

▶ Intelligence: ??

▶ Charm: 6 → 8 (+2)

▶ Luck: 6

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Damien blinked, his smirk widening slightly.

"So that’s how it is, huh?"

His Charm had risen again. Two more points, bringing it to a full 8.

Even if he had anticipated it, seeing the change confirmed something.

He shook his head slightly. Of course.

His father, Dominic Elford, and his mother, Vivienne Elford, were both undeniably beautiful. If they had a system like this, their Charm values would easily be 9, maybe even 10.

But Damien?

Before all of this, before he started changing, before he shed the weight of his past—he had been far below that.

’A lower Charm value,’ he mused.

It made sense. The old Damien Elford had lacked too much—physique, presence, self-respect. He had been disgusting, both in appearance and in how he carried himself.

And now?

Now, that was different.

But even as he thought about it, another memory surfaced. A conversation from long ago.

"You can’t change everything."

The words of Righteous_One.

Damien scoffed to himself, shaking his head again.

That guy—he was the epitome of laziness. Someone who refused to put in the effort, someone who believed that certain things in life were fixed and could never be improved.

Pathetic.

Damien didn’t believe in limits.

If something was weak, you made it strong.

If something was flawed, you corrected it.

Damien exhaled slowly, his fingers tapping against the armrest as he stared at the status screen one last time.

Charm: 8.

He had never given much thought to charm before. It wasn’t something that had mattered to him. Strength? Yes. Power? Absolutely. But charm? It had felt… unnecessary.

And yet—

His smirk widened.

"Heh…"

It could still be increased.

His parents were living proof. Dominic Elford and Vivienne Elford were monstrous in terms of beauty. Even his sister had inherited their overwhelming presence. He, on the other hand?

He had gotten the short end of the stick.

A weaker charm value. Less impressive features. An unfortunate mix of genetics that left him with less than what he could have had.

But that didn’t matter.

Because Damien Elford wasn’t the type to complain about what was given to him.

He would forge himself into something greater.

’I was going to use my attribute points to increase my Charm,’ he thought, his smirk deepening. ’But for some reason, I don’t want to.’

It would have been easy.

All it would take was a single thought, a simple adjustment, and his Charm would jump to 9, or even 10. He could cheat the system, manipulate it in the same way he had done with his physique.

But what was the point?

Where was the satisfaction in proving someone wrong if he didn’t do it the right way?

"Righteous_One."

He called out the name inwardly, as if summoning the image of that pathetic excuse of a man into his thoughts.

’Just wait and see. I’m going to show you how you can improve your charm naturally.’

Because if he played the game on easy mode, what was the point?

He already knew how Righteous_One thought. The man was a coward, someone who needed excuses to justify his failures. If Damien took the easy way out, that bastard would just shrug it off as luck.

’You got a system from Selene, of course, you’d have high Charm.’

Damien scoffed. No.

That wasn’t how this was going to play out.

He would break past every limitation in the natural way. Not through shortcuts. Not through the system’s handouts.

Only through himself.

Only then—

Would he be able to crush the mindset of someone like Righteous_One.

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Just to say, he will increase his charm. But not via system.