Two hours later, Aamon returned home—full belly, fuller heart.
He'd snagged front-row opera tickets, courtesy of the flirty restaurant boss, and those alone were worth a cool 3 million Mora.
All free. No scams. Just luck and audacity.
And best of all?
In just one week…
He'd get to see Furina up close again.
The woman who'd haunted every simulation.
The goddess who struck him down with elegance and elemental rage.
"This time," he whispered, collapsing onto his bed, "it'll be different."
He didn't know if redemption was possible.
He didn't know if he'd finally earn her gaze.
But he was ready to try again.
Meanwhile…
The stream chat grew restless again, screens flickering as fans typed with impatient hands:
Lumine: [Ughh—why is the feed dark?! I need to see Round Two!!]
Hu Tao: [Aamon's next simulation is gonna be divine. I can feel it.]
Keqing: [We demand talent draw—who's with me?!]
Yae Miko: [Bring on the fresh chaos. This time, let it simmer with soul.]
(I'm tried of this[, I'll just use (" ") from now on)
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Paimon: "Add me in! Add me in!"
Hu Tao: "The screen shows there's still ten minutes before we can run the next simulation! Is the blackout in the livestream because of that?"
Keqing: "Most likely! But it's almost time. Let's be patient."
Yae Miko: "I wonder if Aamon will keep confessing to Furina in the next simulation? And what kind of talent will be drawn? I'm actually kinda excited!"
Furina: "No need to look forward to it. He definitely won't choose me again."
Minute by minute, time crept forward.
Meanwhile, inside a small rented apartment, just as Aamon began to feel drowsy—
A cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed through his mind:
[Simulation cooldown complete. Host may initiate the next simulation at any time.]
The system's voice jolted Aamon awake.
Without hesitation, he focused his thoughts and said:
"System..."
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"Starting the next simulation!"
[Simulation initiated. The system is drawing your talents.]
[Ding! Draw successful!]
[Talent preview: Bathing in Flames (Tier 5), Aesthetic On Point (Tier 5), Calm Thinker (Tier 3)]
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Keqing: "It's starting—finally starting!"
Nahida: "No more brute-force talents this time! We got a 'Calm Thinker' instead? That actually sounds promising!"
Ningguang: "Definitely solid! Though… this round's Bathing in Flames is Tier 5!"
Ganyu: "That's maxed out! Oh no... Zhaolin's gonna go wild… just imagining it gives me chills!"
Yae Miko: "Haha, now this is getting interesting! A thoughtful LSP—how will Furina handle that?"
Navia: "Honestly? This combo feels scarier than the brute ones!"
Hu Tao: "Exciting, exciting~~!"
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Back in Fontaine's humble rental flat, Aamon stared wide-eyed at the glowing panel.
One talent was familiar—too familiar.
And this time, it was maxed out.
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Talent Preview
[Bathing in Flames | Tier 5 | Body burns with feverish passion. Mind muddled. Malicious thoughts intensify—tier 5 is dangerously unstable.]
[Aesthetic On Point | Tier 5 | Your standards are sky-high. Only the flawless earn your attention. Surface beauty reigns.]
[Calm Thinker | Tier 3 | You approach problems with clarity and strategy. Tier 3 means you're impressively cool-headed, not easily impulsive. ]
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Aamon's jaw dropped.
"Again with Bathing in Flames? And it's at full throttle now?"
°°__°°
His heart trembled—not with excitement, but anxiety. This build would be explosive.
Even before choosing, he could feel the system's intensity:
Fiery passion. Ruthless beauty filtering. Emotional cold steel beneath volatile heat.
And the divine commentators?
Nahida: "At least we lost the brute talent. 'Calm Thinker' could balance him out!"
Ningguang: "If only... But tier-5 'Bathing in Flames' overrides most reason."
Ganyu: "That combo is terrifying. His mind will be on fire while judging faces like a gallery curator!"
Yae Miko: "A thoughtful LSP... Delicious chaos awaits Furina."
Navia: "Honestly? Might be scarier than last time."
Hu Tao: "I. Can't. Wait.~~~"
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Aamon blinked at the interface, lips curled into a grimace.
"A calm, selective lust-driven strategist? Who the hell coded this talent pool?"
He didn't ask for chaos.
He asked to survive.
But fate answered by maxing out madness:
- Bathing in Flames (Tier 5): his body will seethe with passion, his thoughts twisted, his restraint near-zero.
- Aesthetic On Point (Tier 5): only beauty will breach his attention filter—any mortal lacking divine elegance shall fade into irrelevance.
- Calm Thinker (Tier 3): the one sliver of salvation, allowing pockets of clarity and plans beneath the storm.
As the last talent synced in, Aamon sighed—half in dread, half in curiosity.
"System… begin simulation."
[DING! Simulation initializing.]
[Generating Scene… Please wait...]
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Inside a cramped rental room in Fontaine, Aamon paced restlessly.
No Mora. No elemental powers.
No background.
Just one ordinary soul in a city that devours the anonymous.
> "I can't live like this."
So he didn't wait.
He found work.
And his employer—a flirtatious woman with a weakness for handsome hires—paid him well.
But she also...
- Teased him daily
- Flaunted her curves with practiced precision
- Tried to tempt him with her seasoned charms
Aamon? He stayed distant.
Cold. Focused.
Five months passed, and with quiet grit, he bought himself a ticket to the opera.
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The lights dimmed.
The curtain lifted.
And there she was.
Furina.
Wearing a sapphire gown that shimmered like seafoam under the spotlight.
Graceful. Powerful.
And that leg—slender, luminous, tantalizing.
"That leg... It's longer than my life…"(This is going overboard)
Aamon's mind faltered.
Thoughts turned bitter, blazing, unhinged.
"Rather than waste away… maybe I should go out with one final blaze."
His Heartmeter flared.
His calm thinking talent began slipping beneath the heat of Tier 5 Bathing in Flames.
Suddenly, all he wanted was Furina—her smile, her presence, her divine touch.
"She's too perfect. I have to make a move. Even if it burns me alive."
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The simulation took a sharp left turn.
Aamon's mind boiled—tempted, overwhelmed, nearly consumed by tier-5 Bathing in Flames.
But then… clarity pierced the chaos.
[Though madness consumed you briefly, your will wrestled it down. Reason triumphed.]
He stared at Furina on stage, eyes locked on her elegance, that leg that haunted his thoughts.
But instead of lunging, instead of collapsing into recklessness…
He paused.
"Even if I want to risk everything for her…"
"Right now, I'm nothing. No power. No identity."
"I couldn't even make her glance at me."
So he stepped back.
Planned. Waited.
Calm Thinker activated.
His thoughts sharpened. Emotions cooled.
No more reckless charges. No more idiotic simulation deaths.
"If I want her to truly see me—want me—I need strategy."
And beneath the lights, Furina's voice rang out across the opera.
The leg flickered, but Aamon's gaze didn't tremble.
He was calculating.
Waiting.
Planning for a moment not driven by lust—but by brilliance.
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Furina (live feed): "Are you polite?!"
Audience members chuckled.
Others leaned in, sensing tension building beneath the surface.
And in a rental flat miles away, systems quietly logged the change:
[Simulation Status: Strategic Override Engaged
Talent Alignment Stable
Awaiting next move…]
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PS: Give me those Power Stone (~￣³￣)~