Chapter 2 (Retranslated)

The moment Aamon shouted from within—

"System… Start Simulation!"

—he felt his consciousness surge, drawn into a sea of glowing runes and drifting code. The Life Simulation System responded instantly:

[Initiating Simulation…]

[Candidate: Aamon]

[Reminder: The longer you survive, the richer the rewards. Each simulation begins with a randomized talent draw—one carried into the scenario.]

[Talent tiers ranked from weakest to strongest:

Tier 1 → Tier 5

Higher-tier talents grant stronger boons… but also greater influence on the host's fate.]

The screen pulsed, counting down:

3… 2… 1…

[Talent Draw Complete!]

[Previewing Selected Talent…]

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Back in his modest room, Aamon braced himself as the simulation began to form around him—a foggy landscape, unfamiliar yet oddly nostalgic.

And above it all, a single glowing phrase emerged.

[Talent: Unseen Resilience]

"You cannot be chosen by the world—so instead, you choose yourself."

Aamon stared at the glowing panel as the talents unfurled before him:

[Rough man(Tier 2) Charges headfirst into challenges, often before thinking. Excels in raw willpower—but beware the consequences.]

[Burning in Fire (Tier 4) Gains strength through adversity. The harder he's hit, the brighter he burns.]

[Aesthetic Online (Tier 5)Possesses a heightened sense of beauty, emotion, and social nuance. Inspires connection in others… intentionally or not.]

The sence presenting in front of Aamon was also presented in the live broadcast room.

Hu Tao: [Ooh! Simulation's rolling? Who's this handsome guy? And what do those talents mean!?]

Keqing: "I don't know, it feels so strange! Also, I don't know this guy in the live broadcast room! How could he suddenly appear?"

Ningguang: "Judging by the system's display, I suspect it's simulating this guy's entire life. And these talents seem like facets of his character."

Zhongli: "Indeed. These are no mere stats—they are reflections of soul. Does anyone know who Aamon is? Where's he from?"

Yae Miko: "What a strange personality. Very "main character energy." "

Lumine: "A reckless man and being burned in fire. It feels a bit scary...."

Paimon: [Big agree! Total chaos vibes incoming]

Yoimiya: [I'm not totally sure what's happening, but I'm kinda hyped anyway!]

The audience posted comments one after another.

His every move—every thought—was being streamed across Tayvet like a celestial reality show.

The people didn't quite understand what this "Life Simulation" was…

But from the system's introductions, one thing was obvious:

This unfamiliar boy in front of them is undergoing a different like simulation!

This makes the audience look forward to it. After all they got to see a person's entire life!

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Meanwhile, in the rental apartment…

Aamon squinted at the floating screen, blinking rapidly.

His face was pure question mark.

????

"What even is this?? What kind of weird talents are these!?"

The panel glowed, listing the chaotic trifecta:

He scratched his head, muttering to himself. The fourth-wall-breaking system felt equal parts empowering… and unhinged.

But there was no turning back.

Aamon squinted at the glowing screen, disbelief painted across his face.

"System, mind explaining what these talents even mean? What are they gonna do to me in the simulation?"

The system responded, voice calm.

[Reckless (Tier 2): Acts without considering consequences. Emotion-driven. Tier 2 offers moderate recklessness.]

[Burning in Fire (Tier 4): Body blazes with fiery impulse; mind remains hazy. Generates hostile thoughts. Tier 4 means intense destructive tendencies.]

[Aesthetic Online (Tier 5): Possesses elevated taste and aesthetic sensitivity. At Tier 5, only absolute perfection captures your attention.]

Aamon's brain went static.

"What the hell is this combo!?"

He stared blankly at the screen.

A reckless man, Burned in Fire, Aesthetics Online?????

Put together, isn't just the ISP who is always in a daze and doesn't care about the consequences, but has his own aesthetic sense?

"Why do I feel like one of these is going to get me into serious trouble…?"

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Lumine: "Uh.... Burning fire so this is what it means."

Kamisato Ayaka: "Tier 4 Burning in Fire....oh my god, are you serious?"

Nahida: "What an unserious talent....no, what an unserious personality."

Yae Miko: "Interesting, reckless but tasteful LS. Tsk. Tsk. I'm really looking forward to it. Who will be the unlucky girl?"

Hu Tao: "If Aamon locks eyes on a girl… she might never recover."

Furina, still silent, stared at the simulation screen, chin resting on her hand.

Aamon's reputation was already spiraling—and the simulation hadn't even started properly.

The system's trait combo was making waves across the live broadcast room:

A muddled mind from Burning in Fire…

A reckless nature from Reckless Man…

And an elite taste from Aesthetic Online…

Put them together, and you get:

"A constantly dazed, impulsive perfectionist with suspiciously lustful undertones."

The chat couldn't hold back:

Furina: [True. But with Aesthetic Online at Tier 5, the one he notices won't be ordinary.]

Even Furina's tone betrayed a flicker of intrigue.

Lumine: "I'm really looking forward to what life will be after Aamon!"

And Aamon? Still sitting in the dingy apartment, blinking at the floating descriptions.

"I'm cooked…"

But within the chaos, possibility simmered.

Aamon sat cross-legged, eyebrows furrowed as he negotiated with the system itself.

"Look… these three talents—can we scrap them? I'm good without the hot-headed drama. Honestly, just leave me with Aesthetic Online, and we're set."

But the system was mercilessly efficient.

[Ding!]

[Talents are permanently bound per simulation. Changes are only available in future draws.]

"Figures…"

He leaned back against the creaky wall, resigned to his fate:

- A moderate reckless streak

- A mental haze wrapped in flames

- And impossibly high standards for beauty and perfection

He wasn't some thirsty traveler with questionable taste—he was simply cursed with a chaotic combo that sounded like it belonged to a tragic romantic antihero.

Aamon stared at the simulation portal hovering in front of him.

"Just… please don't make it too explosive."

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Aamon exhaled, voice firm:

"System, start the simulation."

[Ding!]

[Talents locked in. Life Simulation initializing…]

3 ...

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2 ...

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1 ...

[Simulation Start]

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[You pace inside the cramped rental room. No Mora. No elemental affinity. Not even a legal identity in Fontaine.]

[You realize survival won't come from waiting—it demands action. So you step outside.]

[Work Begins]

[You walk with purpose—your sharp features and sculpted build garner attention quickly.

A moment later, a voluptuous businesswoman catches your eye… and you catch hers.]

[She scans you up and down.]

"You'll do. 700,000 Mora a month. Interested?"

[You nod before she finishes the sentence.

She likes your discipline. Your frame. Your silence.]

[After one month, she respects you.

After two months, she desires you.]

[She even starts... drooling slightly when you enter the room. Your talents—reckless charm, burning aura, and flawless appeal—have combined into something dangerously magnetic.]

The system logs:

[Reckless Man: Activated during job acceptance]

[Burning in Fire: Subtle mental haze recorded]

[Aesthetic Online: Target exceeded aesthetic threshold—emotional response triggered]

[You, Aamon, stand on the edge of something new. Employment earned. Desire awakened.

But this is just the beginning.]

Three months into work, Aamon noticed something odd. His employer—charming and bodacious—began parading through the office daily in increasingly revealing outfits.

And though his Burning in Fire trait surged often, stoking thoughts and temptation, his refined aesthetic demanded more than curves and confidence.

His Aesthetic Online talent overruled impulse.

He remained cool, indifferent to the teasing, like a knight immune to sirens.

By month five, he had scraped together 3 million Mora. No luxuries. No distractions.

Just relentless discipline.

Then came the announcement—Furina's performance at the Grand Opera Hall.

His heart ignited.

"This… is where it all begins."

He withdrew every Mora he had and rushed to the box office. Not satisfied with the modest seat he could afford, he borrowed extra Mora from his sultry employer—just enough to buy a flawless set of clothes.

Then, like a meteor streaking across Fontaine's skyline, he dashed toward the venue.

Furina sat backstage, brushing frost from her sleeve when she caught a shift in the divine stream.

Furina: "Wait—he's coming for me?!"

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