Transmigrated into Eroge as the Simp, but I Refuse This Fate - Chapter 299: Sanguin bath ?
Chapter 299: Sanguin bath ?
Steam coiled in lazy spirals above the surface of the Sanguis Bath as Damien sank in slowly, breath hissing through his teeth as the heat and herbs soaked into his skin. The water was dense—not just with minerals and mana, but with intention. Every drop carried weight. Old knowledge. Something buried in tradition and alchemy so deep it had become ritual.
His muscles unclenched, the soreness bleeding away in slow spirals. But just as he closed his eyes—
Ding.
A familiar sound. Not loud. Not intrusive. Just that subtle, glinting echo behind the back of his thoughts.
[System Notification]
Analyzing host body…
Recent exposure to high-stress awakening protocols detected.
Compatibility confirmed.
Passive Skill [Physique of Resistance] has absorbed experiential data.
[Attributes Updated]
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▶ Strength: 10 (1.5)
▶ Agility: 10 (1.5)
▶ Endurance: 10 (1.5)
▶ Will: ??
▶ Intelligence: ??
▶ Charm: 10
▶ Luck: 9
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’Well, that’s new,’ Damien thought, eyelids flicking open, a faint smirk curling at the edge of his mouth. ’Didn’t even need to swing a sword.’
He rolled his neck, feeling the slight difference already—not major, but real. Subtle resistance to the water’s weight, a cleaner lift when he shifted his arms. No flash of power, just… stability.
[Note: Passive ability has reached threshold for minor reinforcement. Continued exposure to extreme stimuli will accelerate progression.]
’Good to know,’ he mused. ’Now—let’s see what else this bath is good for—’
His thought broke.
A pulse moved through the water—not a wave, not a sound. A feeling. Something deep.
His skin prickled.
Then came the System’s voice again, sharper this time.
[Alert: Unknown simulant detected.]
[Analyzing bath composition…]
[Origin: External formula. Designated Class: High-tier alchemical catalyst.]
[Plane Signature: Non-local. Trans-dimensional residue present.]
Damien’s fingers tensed against the basin’s edge.
’What?’
[Warning: Passive psycho-reactive agent detected.]
[Subtle neural interference attempting to harmonize with host consciousness.]
[Effect: Memory alignment, suggestive imprinting, emotional drift.]
’Why is this happening?’
The bath thickened.
Not just with heat—but with pressure.
Damien’s breath hitched, eyes narrowing. The water around him shimmered faintly, and for a heartbeat, he swore he saw veins of color dancing just beneath the surface—violet, gold, a pale silver pulse.
The System’s voice returned, colder this time.
[Warning: Internal alteration detected.]
[Host’s blood is undergoing purification. Toxins expunged. Residual mana waste neutralized.]
[Physiological parameters increasing.]
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▶ Strength: 10 (2.0)
▶ Agility: 10 (2.0)
▶ Endurance: 10 (2.0)
▶ Will: ??
▶ Intelligence: ??
▶ Charm: 10
▶ Luck: 9
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Damien grimaced. That should’ve felt good.
But it didn’t.
His body surged with clarity—yes—but his mind felt… thin. Like something was pressing from the outside, brushing against his thoughts like wind against paper.
Then came the twist.
Deep inside his skull, behind the bone, behind the blood, something tightened.
And then loosened.
Like a connection had frayed.
[Caution: Cognitive interference expanding.]
[Host’s link to planar intelligence fields degrading.]
[Connection to Primary Directive: [????] weakening.]
’This—’
A cold sweat prickled across Damien’s skin despite the heat of the bath. His mind wasn’t slipping—it was being pulled. His thoughts dragged sideways, like gravity had tilted. Focus bled out. Names, concepts, clarity—they frayed at the edges.
But then.
A spark.
Something lit behind his eyes.
Pressure. Dense. Blinding.
[Detection: External Authority signature confirmed.]
[Identified Class: Conceptual Override.]
[Threat Level: High.]
[Activating Internal Defense Protocols…]
Damien’s back arched slightly, a shudder running down his spine.
His hands clenched against the bath’s edge, fingers whitening. He felt it now—something foreign threading through his head, subtle and deep, like a song being hummed by a voice that didn’t belong in his world.
His thoughts screamed—but so did his instincts.
And then—
The pulse shifted.
A different flare now. From deep inside him. Not reaction. Not fear.
Rejection.
[Unique Trait [Singularity] has been activated.]
[Host’s cognitive field isolated.]
[Planar entanglement stabilized.]
[Authority Override: Denied.]
A rupture of force rocked his mind—not external, but internal. Like something that had been curled in silence at the center of his being had opened its eyes and stared back.
The pressure cracked.
The shimmering colors in the water vanished like smoke.
And Damien?
He was panting.
“Haaah….haah….This…”
He didn’t finish the sentence. Couldn’t. The words sat on his tongue, too crude for what had just cracked open inside him.
The bath still rippled softly, no longer shimmering—but something lingered. Not a presence. A weight. Like the echo of a name he didn’t know, spoken in a room he didn’t remember standing in.
His body felt incredible.
Every joint loose. Every nerve alert. His pulse didn’t hammer—it resonated. Smooth. Grounded. Alive in a way that wasn’t just physical.
But his mind…
’What the hell was that?’
Something had touched him. Or tried to. He’d felt it. Like fingers scraping gently across a locked door.
This wasn’t just a recalibration bath.
It was a tether.
’System,’ he thought tightly. ’What is [????]?’
[Insufficient authority to disclose information.]
Damien clicked his tongue.
’Of course.’
But even as the System denied him, it offered something else.
[New Trait Acquired: Resonance of Fate]
[Due to sustained exposure to high-tier conceptual influence and absorption via Passive Skill: Physique of Resistance, the trait has unlocked.]
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[Authority Conduction]
The host’s body can conduct and partially assimilate mana with embedded Authority traits. Exposure to legacy-class pressure no longer destabilizes the system—instead, it reinforces it.
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Damien blinked, the bath’s heat forgotten.
The heat of the bath faded to the background as Damien sat there, still as stone.
He wasn’t soaking anymore.
He was thinking.
Feeling.
Tracking the trail of something ancient through the marrow of his bones.
That pressure—what had tried to bend his thoughts, to rewrite his instincts—it wasn’t magic. It wasn’t alchemy. It wasn’t even tradition.
It was Authority.
Pure. Intentional. Carved into the structure of the bath like a signature inked in blood and legacy.
’That was an Authority imprint.’
The realization sank in slow, like ink bleeding through silk.
Just now, something had tried to write itself into him. Not dominate. Not possess. Just… leave a trace. A mark.
A fingerprint of will that did not belong in this plane.
And it had come not from a relic.
Not from a God.
From a mix of herbs.
Damien’s brow furrowed, his fingers flexing in the bathwater.
’Just from a blend like this… someone can utilize their Authority?’
It didn’t make sense.
It shouldn’t make sense.
Herbs, alchemical reagents, ancient rites—they were tools. Catalysts. Not conductors for power that came from beyond.
Not this kind of power.
And yet—
’Just like that time…’
His jaw tightened.
That first moment. When he encountered the [Unbreakable One]’s inheritance. That same pressure. That same sensation of something greater brushing against his core. No control, no choice. Just presence.
An overwhelming truth that had nothing to do with consent.
And now this—again.
Only this time, the System had confirmed it:
[Plane Signature: Non-local. Trans-dimensional residue present.]
Damien exhaled, low and sharp.
’Does that mean… someone who has already ascended—’ he paused, feeling the weight of that thought ’—has been imprinting their Authority into the awakening rites?’
This….
Was by no means normal at all.
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