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 chuckled under his breath, shaking his head slightly as he took in Moren's outburst.

This was exactly why he despised simps.

Not just in strength, but in character.

They didn't have bonds—not the kind that actually mattered. They lacked the camaraderie, the brotherhood that real men built with one another. The kind of friendships that pushed them forward, that made them better.

Instead, they were lapdogs.

Pathetic creatures who existed solely to chase after women's validation, desperately clinging to the scraps of attention they were occasionally thrown.

They lacked the qualifications to even earn that attention in the first place.

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