Transmigrated into Eroge as the Simp, but I Refuse This Fate

Capítulo 338: Origin (2)

Damien stared at the word on the screen.

[Primary Affinity: ORIGIN]

Not fire. Not shadow. Not even some obscure elemental variant like lightning, frost, or void.

Origin.

He exhaled once—long, slow.

The word didn’t carry weight like a title might. It wasn’t dramatic. There was no booming voice or divine echo behind it.

But something about it settled.

As if it had always been true. As if his body had known it long before the system caught up.

And as he sat in the afterglow of that quiet declaration, the memories began to rise.

Not triggered by panic. Not flaring under adrenaline. Just… remembered. Clearly. Cleanly.

The Cradle.

That endless void. The stillness. The weight of nothing, pressing against the inside of his thoughts.

The pulse that didn’t come from the world, but from beneath it.

The moment he’d reached for something—not a spell, not a theory—but an impression. A beat in the dark. And when he’d answered it, something answered back.

Not a force. Not a voice.

A shape.

A Blueprint.

His thoughts drifted, searching through the sensations he’d dismissed or failed to fully grasp in that moment.

The mana hadn’t surged to obey him—it had aligned.

The elements hadn’t fought for dominance—they had danced in rhythm around a center.

A center that had no mass, no color, no resistance.

Just… space.

And in that space, every thread of power found its place.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, flicking his gaze back to the system panel.

“…Origin,” he said quietly, the word rolling off his tongue like a question he already knew the answer to.

Then, after a beat, he projected a thought.

“System. That thing I called the Blueprint… was that Origin?”

The system paused.

Not lag. Not confusion.

Deliberation.

Then, the screen flickered once—soft, cautious.

The system’s reply came slowly, like it was peeling layers off its own limitations to reach something approximating an answer.

[Affirmative. The structure host identified as ‘Blueprint’ is consistent with all recognizable patterns of Origin-type resonance. This is the foundation of your core. It is not inherited. It is not learned. It is yours.]

Damien’s eyes narrowed.

That tracked.

Every technique he’d seen, every core he’d read about—structured, channeled, compressed. Built with scaffolding, stacked with rules. But his?

His didn’t form around the energy.

It was the energy.

And it obeyed him not because it had been trained to—but because it had been waiting for him.

Still, that word lingered.

Origin.

‘What does Origin Affinity mean?’

Damien waited.

The stillness around him deepened, but not from tension. From focus.

He sifted through every memory he had of the game’s database. Of the mana theory lectures, the street scrolls, the whispered lore from black-market cultivators and failed academy dropouts. He had heard of rare affinities before—subdivisions of the core elements, unstable fusions, even corrupted aspects born from divine fragments.

But Origin?

Nothing.

No mention. No speculation. Not even rumors warped beyond reason.

And that absence told him more than any legend might have.

He glanced sideways, half-smirking to himself. “Didn’t think I’d find something not even the cheaters knew about.”

Then, sharper now:

‘System. This affinity—Origin. I’ve never seen it in records. Not in the game. Not in mana teachings. Why?’

The response came slowly, and it felt… heavier this time. Like the system was wading through parts of itself it didn’t usually touch.

[Query acknowledged.]

[Caution: Current authority level insufficient to access full affinity classification.]

[Reason: ‘Origin’ Affinity exists outside of standard affinity hierarchy. Entry restricted by Upper-Tier Clearance Protocols.]

[Partial Definition retrieved.]

A second pane unfolded just beneath it—clean, concise, sterile in tone, but Damien could feel the weight behind the words.

—————-

[Affinity: ORIGIN]

[Type: Non-aligned / Prime-form Mana Affinity]

Definition: Origin Affinity represents the primal state of mana—before element, before function.

It is unaligned, unstructured energy, often described as the raw patternless potential upon which all affinities are formed.

———————-

Damien raised his eyebrows, a quiet breath sliding from between his teeth.

“So it’s the most primal form of mana,” he muttered, more to himself than anything—though the system was already listening.

“Does that mean it’s… attributeless?”

The system responded after a heartbeat, like it had been expecting the question.

[Something like that, host. Origin-type mana is not bound to an elemental aspect. It is pre-affinity. Mana in its unshaped form.]

[The system’s current authority tier cannot access or retrieve extended Origin data from higher archives. Restrictions in place. Classified.]

Damien’s mouth pulled to the side, unimpressed. “Of course it is.”

[However, the system is able to analyze internal readings within host parameters.]

[Initiating partial diagnostic scan…]

Another soft flicker across his vision—brief, but deeper than before. Not just data reading him, but interpreting.

[Internal Signature: Confirmed.]

[Internal Affinity Type: Origin (Verified)]

[Behavior: Responsive to intent-based motion and emotion-synced thought-patterns. High cohesion. No current resistance or incompatibility.]

[Unique Characteristic Detected:]

[Origin mana within host does not disperse under pressure. It folds. Compresses and reforms around new intent with minimal loss. This trait is unrecorded in elemental-class mana behavior.]

Damien’s gaze sharpened. “‘Folds’?”

[Affirmative. Most mana types respond to conflicting stimuli through dispersion or instability. Origin-class mana inside host displays fluid re-alignment behavior.]

[This indicates high adaptability under unknown circumstances, including but not limited to: hostile energy fields, dimensional bleed, and corrupted terrain.]

[Conclusion: Host’s mana is self-correcting.]

Damien was quiet for a moment.

Self-correcting.

That wasn’t just rare. That wasn’t even supposed to exist.

Mana didn’t correct. Mana lashed. It resisted, recoiled, distorted when pushed beyond its range. That’s why techniques had to be carefully layered. That’s why formations, inscriptions, arrays—all existed to control and contain power.

But this?

This meant that if he made a mistake, his mana didn’t punish him.

It helped him.

Even the system seemed unsure of what to make of that. The usual clinical certainty was absent.

[No further precedent exists within current system records. Behavior pattern is unclassified. Analysis incomplete.]

Damien leaned back slightly, one hand resting across his knee, watching the faint shimmer of energy spiral around his fingers like smoke that forgot how to rise.

That’s when the system chimed again—softer, but more confident this time.

[Additional Observation: Origin-class mana is mutable.]

[Because Origin exists prior to elemental bifurcation, host is capable of adapting Origin mana into any attributed type.]

[Host is therefore eligible to condense and channel fire, water, earth, air, lightning, frost, shadow, light, and advanced affinities—including rare and forbidden categories—as long as contextual exposure and control are achieved.]

Damien stilled. “You’re telling me… I can use all of them?”

[Affirmative. Elemental exclusivity does not apply.]

[The limitation will lie in host’s understanding, emotional sync, and environmental interaction—not in mana compatibility.]

[Origin is the root. All other forms are branches.]

The corner of Damien’s mouth twitched upward. Just slightly.

So this was the shape of it. Not overpowered. Not broken. But unbound. He didn’t get power handed to him—he got the potential to shape any power, so long as he could read it, understand it, make it respond.

A weaponless blacksmith. A blank forge.

Exactly the kind of playground he could thrive in.

Then the system’s tone shifted—its pulse in his mind shifting from informational to administrative.

[Request: Cultivation technique not found in system archives. No compatible technique detected. Entry: null.]

[Host’s current cultivation method is original. Please designate a name.]

Damien raised an eyebrow.

So even that wasn’t in the records?

He supposed that made sense. The way he shaped his mana, the way he let it orbit instead of force—he hadn’t learned that. It had emerged. Through desperation. Through silence. Through instinct.

Even now, there was no chant. No rigid breathing sequence. Just rhythm. Just flow.

A shape without form. A movement without doctrine.

He rolled his wrist once, Origin mana responding like silk pulled tight over air.

Then he spoke, calm and certain.

“Name it…”

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