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.

-------A/N-------

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
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The sound was clean—too clean. For a moment, it all felt familiar.


A jarring crack split across Damien's interface like a digital fracture. The glow around the ticket flared, stuttered, and then pulsed violently as the entire display began to distort.


[System Alert: Authority Interference Detected.]


[Host is currently outside permitted access tier. Error 301-K: Plane Enforcement Breach.]


[Attempting to stabilize reward channel…]


The lights in the room flickered. Not physically—just perceptually, like reality itself was trying to sync with a different rhythm and failing. He sat up, slowly, and the edges of his vision swam.


The system interface twisted, locking up mid-reel. Static bled through the golden script. Then—


[Reward Rejected by Plane Authorities.]


[Non-Awakened Entity Cannot Receive Advanced Skill—]


Chapter 177 - New trait