Transmigrated into Eroge as the Simp, but I Refuse This Fate-Chapter 104 - 100 Kg

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[Passive Skill Enhancement Detected]

[Physique of Nature] has evolved!

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Damien's smirk widened slightly.

He had expected this. His body had been adapting faster than before, his muscles no longer breaking down as violently under the potion of destruction. And now?

Now, the system was confirming it.

The text beneath the skill updated, and his eyes scanned the new addition.

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[Physique of Nature]

▶ Description: The host's body continues to adapt beyond conventional limits.

▶ Effects:

Enhanced Recovery: The host's body passively heals minor injuries at an accelerated rate.

Universal Alchemical Compatibility: The host can now consume any alchemy-based product—potions, elixirs, tonics—without side effects, even as a non-Awakened.

Foundation Stabilization: The host's body is preparing for full Awakening. Future enhancements will integrate more efficiently.

Adaptive Evolution: The host's body passively strengthens in response to repeated stress. The more frequently a specific form of exertion is endured, the faster the body adjusts to withstand it.

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Damien exhaled slowly, a flicker of satisfaction in his sharp blue eyes.

'So it finally happened.'

This was exactly what he needed.

His body had already been learning—resisting the potion, adapting to the workouts, dulling the pain. Now, the system had officially recognized it as a passive trait.

This meant that his training would never stagnate.

If he kept sprinting, he would naturally grow faster. If he kept lifting, he would naturally become stronger. If he endured pain, his body would resist it better next time.

A slow chuckle rumbled in his throat.

'Good.'

Then that meant there was only one thing to do.

Push harder.

He adjusted his stance, tightening his grip on the barbell as he braced himself for the next rep.

If his body was learning—

Then he would teach it even faster.

Damien exhaled, feeling the deep strain in his body as he set the barbell down. His muscles burned, but it was different from before—not the usual sharp destruction, but something heavier. A slow, dragging fatigue that settled deep into his limbs.

He reached for the potion, the same low-grade healing vial he had relied on for weeks. Without hesitation, he drank.

The liquid burned down his throat, its alchemical energy spreading through his system.

But then—

Nothing.

His eyes narrowed. His breath remained labored, his muscles still heavy, the exhaustion unchanged.

'Tch… So that's how it is.'

The potion no longer worked.

For weeks, his strategy had been simple—break himself, then recover instantly by tricking the potion into recognizing his fatigue as damage. It had been an effective, brutal method. But now?

His Physique of Nature had adapted.

Fatigue was no longer seen as an injury—it was simply exertion, something that couldn't be healed, only endured.

A slow smirk curled at his lips.

"Well, it worked out for long enough."

He tossed the empty vial aside and made his way toward the scale. His fingers barely brushed against the cool metal before the numbers flickered to life.

100 kg.

Damien tilted his head slightly.

'Hmm…'

Another five kilograms down.

His body had become lean, the last remnants of unnecessary weight burned away by relentless training. His muscles were visible now, defined beneath his skin, no longer buried under the bulk of the past.

It wasn't bad.

But it wasn't enough.

The weekend was coming, and he needed to push himself harder than ever before. And beyond that—his alchemy methods needed to change.

Just then—

The door to the training hall opened.

"Young master. Your breakfast."

Elysia.

She stepped inside with her usual composed grace, a silver tray balanced perfectly in her hands. Her emerald eyes flickered over him, scanning, assessing—then, they landed on the discarded potion vial.

Elysia's gaze lingered on the discarded vial for a fraction of a second before flicking back to Damien. Her expression was unreadable, but he caught the slight narrowing of her emerald eyes—sharp, assessing.

"You've outgrown it." She stated it as a fact, not a question.

Damien smirked. "Looks like it."

Without further comment, she stepped forward and placed the tray onto the nearby table. The aroma of the meal—rich, hearty, and perfectly balanced—filled the air.

Monster meat, grilled to perfection. Monster eggs, their yolks a deep, unnatural orange. Herb vegetables, steamed and seasoned with alchemical spices. The usual. A meal tailored for efficiency, for strengthening his body.

Elysia removed the lid and stepped back, awaiting his approval.

Damien glanced at the food before standing up, his muscles still aching but not screaming like before. "Good," he murmured. "Bring it to the recovery pool."

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Elysia didn't hesitate. She lifted the tray with practiced ease, moving ahead of him without a single unnecessary motion.

The recovery chamber was dimly lit, the cold mist rising from the pool as the frigid water remained perfectly still, awaiting its next occupant.

Damien exhaled sharply. He already knew what was coming. The moment he stepped in, his body would scream. The freezing water had always been a shock to his system. But now?

He stepped forward, descending into the pool without hesitation.

The cold hit instantly. His nerves reacted, his skin tightening, the initial shock still present. But then—nothing. No searing pain, no suffocating chill. Just a dull, numbing cold that settled into his limbs without resistance.

He let out a slow breath.

'Not bad.'

Elysia approached, setting the tray on the small ledge beside him. He picked up a piece of meat with his fingers, biting into it while submerged in the icy water.

The warmth of the meal contrasted against the cold, sending an odd sensation through his body though his mind was on his next step.

Damien leaned back against the edge of the recovery pool, his body half-submerged in the frigid water, the warmth of his meal a sharp contrast to the numbing cold around him. His mind was already moving ahead, planning his next steps, analyzing his new limitations—and, more importantly, how to break through them.

The Potion of Destruction had run its course. His Physique of Nature had adapted, and now his body no longer broke down in the same way. The method that had fueled his insane transformation for the past few weeks was now obsolete.

Which meant one thing—he needed something stronger.

His smirk deepened.

'There's no way I'm stopping here.'

His body had reached a point where normal weight loss and muscle development wouldn't be enough. He needed something that would force his metabolism into overdrive, something that would take his energy burn to the next level.

And he knew exactly what to use.

"Elysia."

She stood at the ready, her cold emerald eyes watching him from the side of the pool.

"Go and acquire Starvelight Herb."

For the first time in a while, she hesitated. Just for a second.

Then, her eyes flickered slightly in recognition. She had heard of it.

"Ravenous Breath," she murmured.

Damien's smirk widened. "You catch on quick."

Starvelight Herb. A rare plant known for its gas—Ravenous Breath—which forced the body into an extreme hypermetabolic state, burning through fat and muscle at an unnatural rate.

It was different from the Potion of Destruction. That potion had focused on tearing him down and rebuilding him stronger—but Ravenous Breath?

This would set his entire system on fire.

He clenched his fist under the water, feeling the growing anticipation course through him.

'With this, my body will enter a state of permanent overdrive.'

The Potion of Destruction had a limit.

This didn't.

With Ravenous Breath, every second he existed, every breath he took would consume energy at a ridiculous rate. His body would have no choice but to burn through every reserve it had. Fat. Muscle. Stored nutrients.

The side effects were brutal—malnutrition, extreme hunger, and if mismanaged, it could leave him weaker rather than stronger.

But that was only if he let it control him.

Damien would control it.

He would use it strategically. Balance it with his training, push his Adaptive Evolution to the next level. Burn away anything unnecessary, build himself from the ground up once again.

He looked at Elysia, eyes sharp. "Get it."

She remained still for a moment, then bowed slightly. "Understood, young master."