Darkness_Enjoyer

Damien never asked for this life.

Confined to a hospital bed, chained by a body that betrayed him, he spent his days battling the cruel joke that was fate. But when a single video game shattered his last shred of patience, he found himself facing something even worse—his own reflection, cast into a story that should have never been his.

"Fucking NTR game!"  He said as he threw the console. 

In the game, the player was nothing but a tragic figure. A weak, spineless fool, doomed to be discarded. A character whose sole purpose was to be broken.

But was that really all he was?

Thrown into a world that scorned him, Damien refuses to play by the script. If fate had already written his downfall, then he would carve his own path—one of defiance, of rage, of survival.

Watch as Damien, a man who once had nothing left to lose, fights to take control of a story that was never meant to be his.

Because in a world that demands he stay weak—he will either shatter expectations… or burn everything down with him.

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The main character, Damien, is heavily inspired by Johnny Silverhand from Cyberpunk 2077. Therefore, the main character's thought processes and his way of speaking may not be for everyone.
But those who can stomach it. 
You will be rewarded.
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One or two chapters daily. 
Chapter Length 1500-2000
You can check my discord if you want. You will be able to see the illustrations here and engage in a conversation with me if I am available. 

https://discord.gg/qRknX5hTur

Transmigrated into Eroge as the Simp, but I Refuse This Fate

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.

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?"

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

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