The simulation ended with a flaming stamp—and the stream barely held back its disbelief.
[You died with a smile. The simulation is over.]
But the ripples were enormous.
The divine chat exploded with a bizarre cocktail of horror, mockery, and amusement:
Hu Tao: [Yesss~~~ he actually kissed her! Unhinged victory!]
Charlotte: [Hydro Archon's purity… gone?!]
Lumine: [Those two went all in—I'm shaken! But his efforts weren't wasted.]
Klee: [RIP… But wow, dying from divine water punch is epic.]
Navia: [Archon's power though—just watching that hit made my lungs clench!]
Furina: [Obviously! I'm the Hydro Archon!]
Neuvillette: [....]
Yae Miko: [Too reckless. Aamon was built different, but not built smart.]
Ningguang: [LSP energy off the charts. Hoping next simulation skips "Brash Spirit."]
Hu Tao: [Bring on the next round!]
Furina: [If he dares confess again, I'll finish him myself!]
The simulation's final imprint wasn't romantic—it was explosive.
And the gods felt it.
Even Furina—furious, flushed, and flustered—couldn't fully unsee that moment.
Because despite everything… he reached her. In chaos, in madness, in absurdity… he made impact.
And now?
The system resets.
Aamon's soul enters cooldown.
New talent draw awaits.
The next simulation won't be just entertainment.
It'll be judgment.
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Sunlight streaked through Palais Mermonia's towering windows.
The broadcast had ended, the divine chaos dispersed—but inside the Water God's chamber, something unfamiliar lingered:
Fluttering. Hesitation. Embarrassment.
Furina clutched her chest, heartbeat restless.
She had faced Aamon's madness.
She had judged it, deflected it, punished it.
And yet—when her fingers grazed the edge of her itinerary...
Her next performance was set at the opera.
The very stage where everything began.
Eyes wide, cheeks tinged pink, she darted beneath the covers like a startled rabbit, muffled mutterings echoing in her pillow:
"Why… does this mortal haunt my thoughts?"
He had crossed every line.
But he had also reached her—not through words, but through impact.
Across the divine lounge, mortals and gods alike buzzed with questions:
- Will Furina allow another simulation with him?
- Will Aamon draw new talents next time, ones less volatile and more worthy?
- Could this be the start of a deeper tale, one fueled by growth instead of obsession?
The stage is set again.
Only this time, Furina will be watching closer… and maybe—just maybe—waiting.
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Back in the creaky rental room, Aamon—still rattled by the memory of that kiss and the divine hydro punch that followed—rubbed his chin, eyes fixed on the glowing system interface.
"So that's how it ended…"
"I kissed her. And got vaporized."
But as he replayed the final moments, a question struck deeper:
"Wait… could Furina really use elemental power like that?"
"Or was someone protecting her?"
Then it clicked.
Neuvillette.
The silent magistrate. Fontaine's hidden force.
The water's embodiment… maybe the final failsafe.
"So I wasn't imagining things," Aamon muttered.
"She had backup watching her."
Even within simulation, divine favor and divine protection danced dangerously close.
And now…
The Talent Wheel began to spin again.
This time, the system knew Aamon needed something different.
Something deeper. Sharper. Redemptive.
Aamon stared at the transparent blue system panel.
Simulated five months.
Survived chaos, confusion, a divine slap… and a kiss that detonated half of Tayvet's gossip feeds.
And now?
Three rewards.
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Simulation Rewards List:
[Five Months' Salary : Total: 3.5 million Mora. Not bad for washing dishes in a storm of scandal.
Five Months of Dishwashing XP : Knowledge of sponge, plate, and emotional damage. Prestige: low.
Furina's Cheek Warmth : A fleeting sensation. Divine memory. Useless in trade or combat.]
"These rewards are tragic," Aamon muttered.
He blinked at reward #3, his cheeks twitching.
"Face warmth? Seriously? I simulated five months, got slapped by hydro rage, and the system thinks that's a good memento?!"
Without hesitation, he rejected #3.
Too emotionally volatile.
Too awkward to explain to a blacksmith when haggling for daggers.
That left two.
So…
Mora?
Or XP?
"I'll go with 1"
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With 3.5 million Mora freshly awarded, Aamon made the only logical decision a man with a simulated past and a haunted soul could make—
He ran to eat.
After five months of emotional whiplash, chaotic talents, and divine drama, fried fish and crispy chips called to him with a vengeance. He followed the simulation's old route, retracing his former life with cautious nostalgia, arriving at the restaurant run by the buxom boss who'd once ignited temptation.
He didn't come for her.
He came for calories.
Ordering fish & chips, Aamon sat in silence, watching the grease bubble in perfect timing with his thoughts. Ten minutes passed.
His hands twitched—not from hunger, but from anticipation.
Why?
Because the simulation wasn't done.
Next round unlocks in three hours.
Three hours before his fate spins again. Before new talents shape a new story.
And somewhere in Fontaine, Furina might already be rehearsing for that upcoming opera...
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Just as Aamon was about to dive into his freshly delivered fish and chips, fate tapped him on the shoulder again—this time with perfume and persuasion.
The restaurant boss, radiant in a Deep V blouse and freshly lit fire behind her eyes, served his meal personally.
But what truly caught Aamon off guard wasn't the crispy fish…
It was the invitation.
"Next week—got plans?"
"If not… come with me to the opera."
"Front-row seats. Benefits guaranteed."
She said it sweetly. Boldly. Seductively.
Aamon blinked.
Not at her neckline, not at the wink—but at the words.
The opera. Again. The very place that began his descent.
His talents still stirred beneath the surface, half-recovered and half-terrified.
Meanwhile, the divine stream (quietly reopened) buzzed:
Yae Miko: [This guy's getting front-row twice? Is the universe trolling Furina?]
Nahida: [Interesting. What happens if he attends as someone new? With a different emotional goal?]
Navia: [Let him go. Maybe opera round two rewrites his fate.]
And across Palais Mermonia…
Furina sat beside her itinerary, biting her lip.
She knew he'd be there.
"That mortal's coming back... I can feel it."
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Aamon smirked at the boss's offer.
Opera tickets. Front row. Benefits.
Most importantly—another chance to see Qian Qian up close.
"I'll come find you next week," he replied, his eyes flickering with anticipation.
The restaurant buzzed with mundane chatter, but the simulation gods were anything but calm.
Divine Lounge whispers ignited again:
Yae Miko: [Brace yourselves. Simulation Round 2 is about to become a rom-com... or a documentary on chaos.]
Hu Tao: [He's got Mora. He's got charm. The boss is into him. What's next—a love triangle?]
Nahida: [I'm hoping he chooses different talents this time. Something from the heart, not the hormones.]
Navia: [Data shows: With every emotional reset, the story deepens. Let him spin again. Let the wheel decide.]
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