The moment Aamon shouted from within—
"System… Start Simulation!"
—he felt his consciousness surge, drawn into a sea of glowing runes and drifting code. The Life Simulation System responded instantly:
[Initiating Simulation…]
[Candidate: Aamon]
Reminder: The longer you survive, the richer the rewards. Each simulation begins with a randomized talent draw—one carried into the scenario.
Talent tiers ranked from weakest to strongest:
Tier 1 → Tier 5 🌕
Higher-tier talents grant stronger boons… but also greater influence on the host's fate.
The screen pulsed, counting down:
3… 2… 1…
Talent Draw Complete!
Previewing Selected Talent…
Aamon's breath hitched. The panel began to unfold the result.
---
Meanwhile, within Tayvet's celestial broadcast chamber, the crowd leaned closer. Archons, strategists, and wayfarers watched with bated breath.
Nahida: [It begins. This will reveal much about his soul.]
Yae Miko: [Better be juicy. Or he's just another mortal with dreams.]
Furina, silent, felt something stir—a thread tugging her from the inside out.
Back in his modest room, Aamon braced himself as the simulation began to form around him—a foggy landscape, unfamiliar yet oddly nostalgic.
And above it all, a single glowing phrase emerged.
[Talent: Unseen Resilience]
"You cannot be chosen by the world—so instead, you choose yourself."
Aamon stared at the glowing panel as the talents unfurled before him:
Brash Spirit (Tier 2)
Charges headfirst into challenges, often before thinking. Excels in raw willpower—but beware the consequences.
Baptism by Flame (Tier 4)
Gains strength through adversity. The harder he's hit, the brighter he burns.
Tastefully Wired (Tier 5)
Possesses a heightened sense of beauty, emotion, and social nuance. Inspires connection in others… intentionally or not.
The feed in the celestial broadcast chamber lit up again:
Hu Tao: [Ooh! Simulation's rolling? Who's this handsome guy? And what do those talents mean!?]
Keqing: [Brash and fiery? Sounds reckless. And I don't recognize this person either... Why is he suddenly the center of attention?]
Ningguang: [Judging by the system's display, I suspect it's simulating this mortal's entire life. And these talents seem like facets of his character.]
Zhongli: [Indeed. These are no mere stats—they are reflections of soul. Does anyone know who Aamon is?]
Yae Miko: [What a strange cocktail of traits. Very "main character energy."]
Lumine: [Brash + Baptism by Flame feels kinda dangerous…]
Paimon: [Big agree! Total chaos vibes incoming]
Furina didn't comment yet. She watched silently—entranced.
This wasn't just another mortal tossed into Tayvet's weave.
This was someone unpredictable… someone who could shatter patterns.
Yoimiya: [I'm not totally sure what's happening, but I'm kinda hyped anyway!]
The viewers flooded the chat with reactions.
It was now clear: Aamon's simulation wasn't just a private trial.
His every move—every thought—was being streamed across Tayvet like a celestial reality show.
The people didn't quite understand what this "Life Simulation" was…
But from the system's introductions, one thing was obvious:
A stranger had entered their world.
And they were going to witness his entire simulated life.
Excitement simmered across the nations. Who was this mysterious boy?
What did these strange talents mean?
---
Meanwhile, in the rental apartment…
Aamon squinted at the floating screen, blinking rapidly.
His face was pure question mark.
"What even is this?? What kind of weird talents are these!?"
The panel glowed, listing the chaotic trifecta:
- Brash Spirit (Tier 2)
- Baptism by Flame (Tier 4)
- Tastefully Wired (Tier 5)
He scratched his head, muttering to himself. The fourth-wall-breaking system felt equal parts empowering… and unhinged.
But there was no turning back.
Across Tayvet, gods and mortals leaned in, curious to see where these strange traits would lead this oddly captivating stranger
Aamon squinted at the glowing screen, disbelief painted across his face.
"System, mind explaining what these talents even mean? What are they gonna do to me in the simulation?"
The system responded, voice calm and unnervingly cheerful:
[Brash Spirit (Tier 2): Acts without considering consequences. Emotion-driven. Tier 2 offers moderate recklessness.]
[Baptism by Flame (Tier 4): Body blazes with fiery impulse; mind remains hazy. Generates hostile thoughts. Tier 4 means intense destructive tendencies.]
[Tastefully Wired (Tier 5): Possesses elevated taste and aesthetic sensitivity. At Tier 5, only absolute perfection captures your attention.]
Aamon's brain went static.
"What the hell is this combo!?"
He stared blankly at the screen.
Brashness, flames, and being picky to the point of divine snobbery?
"I'm either about to become the most dramatic protagonist in Tayvet… or get publicly roasted by every Archon watching this stream."
"Why do I feel like one of these is going to get me into serious trouble…?"
Across the simulation chamber, chuckles and curious murmurs filled the feed:
Raiden Shogun: [...Problematic blend.]
Hu Tao: [He's chaos. I'm intrigued.]
Yae Miko: [Brash, flaming, and emotionally selective? Peak tragic rom-com energy.]
Furina, still silent, stared at the simulation screen, chin resting on her hand.
Deep within, a spark flickered—curiosity, confusion... recognition?
Aamon's reputation was already spiraling—and the simulation hadn't even started properly.
The system's trait combo was making waves across Tayvet's divine viewership:
A muddled mind from Baptism by Flame…
A reckless nature from Brash Spirit…
And an elite taste from Tastefully Wired…
Put them together, and you get:
"A constantly dazed, impulsive perfectionist with suspiciously lustful undertones."
The chat couldn't hold back:
Lumine: [Uhh… so that's what "Baptism by Flame" means…]
Ayaka Kamisato: [Tier 4… Surely this isn't serious, right?]
Nahida: [That's not just an eccentric trait—it's a deeply chaotic personality.]
Yae Miko: [Brash, passionate, and picky. He's either doomed or destined. Teehee~ I can't wait to see who his first crush is.]
Hu Tao: [If Aamon locks eyes on a girl… she might never recover.]
Furina: [True. But with Tastefully Wired at Tier 5, the one he notices won't be ordinary.]
Even Furina's tone betrayed a flicker of intrigue.
And Aamon? Still sitting in the dingy apartment, blinking at the floating descriptions.
"I'm cooked…"
But within the chaos, possibility simmered.
These weren't just flaws—they were keys. To connection. To transformation. To a future no one, not even the gods, could predict.
Aamon sat cross-legged, eyebrows furrowed as he negotiated with the system itself.
"Look… these three talents—can we scrap them? I'm good without the hot-headed drama. Honestly, just leave me with Tastefully Wired, and we're set."
But the system was mercilessly efficient.
[Ding!]
[Talents are permanently bound per simulation. Changes are only available in future draws.]
"Figures…"
He leaned back against the creaky wall, resigned to his fate:
- A moderate reckless streak
- A mental haze wrapped in flames
- And impossibly high standards for beauty and perfection
He wasn't some thirsty traveler with questionable taste—he was simply cursed with a chaotic combo that sounded like it belonged to a tragic romantic antihero.
Aamon stared at the simulation portal hovering in front of him.
"Just… please don't make it too explosive."
---
Meanwhile, in the divine broadcast lounge...
Lumine: [Can't wait to see what kind of mess he stumbles into.]
Ayaka: [Honestly, he looks kind of overwhelmed. Poor guy.]
Nahida: [That's the beauty of simulation. Growth often begins at chaos.]
Yae Miko: [Let the lsp begin his pilgrimage of heartbreaks. Teehee~]
Furina: [I... actually agree. With Tastefully Wired, whoever he meets won't be ordinary.]
Furina's words carried an unexpected softness.
Across Tayvet, eyes stayed glued to the stream—not for combat, not for glory, but to witness something rare:
The life of a nobody, sculpted into something unpredictably spectacular.
Aamon exhaled, voice firm:
"System, start the simulation."
[Ding!]
[Talents locked in. Life Simulation initializing…]
3 ...
.
2 ...
.
1 ...
[Simulation Start]
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[Scene One: Struggle in Muf Quarter
You pace inside the cramped rental room. No Mora.
No elemental affinity.
Not even a legal identity in Fontaine.
You realize survival won't come from waiting—it demands action.
So you step outside.
Work Begins
You walk with purpose—your sharp features and sculpted build garner attention quickly.
A moment later, a voluptuous businesswoman catches your eye… and you catch hers.
She scans you up and down.
"You'll do. 700,000 Mora a month. Interested?"
You nod before she finishes the sentence.
She likes your discipline. Your frame. Your silence.
After one month, she respects you.
After two months, she desires you.
She even starts... drooling slightly when you enter the room.
Your talents—reckless charm, burning aura, and flawless appeal—have combined into something dangerously magnetic.]
The system logs:
[Brash Spirit: Activated during job acceptance]
[Baptism by Flame: Subtle mental haze recorded]
[Tastefully Wired: Target exceeded aesthetic threshold—emotional response triggered]
Across Tayvet, the broadcast chat explodes:
Hu Tao: [Whoa! That escalated fast!]
Yae Miko: [So he didn't just impress… he enchanted.]
Raiden Shogun: [....]
Furina: [...Was that charisma or chaos?]
You, Aamon, stand on the edge of something new.
Employment earned.
Desire awakened.
But this is just the beginning.
Three months into work, Aamon noticed something odd.
His employer—charming and bodacious—began parading through the office daily in increasingly revealing outfits.
And though his Baptism by Flame trait surged often, stoking thoughts and temptation, his refined aesthetic demanded more than curves and confidence.
His Tastefully Wired talent overruled impulse.
He remained cool, indifferent to the teasing, like a knight immune to sirens.
By month five, he had scraped together 3 million Mora. No luxuries. No distractions.
Just relentless discipline.
Then came the announcement—Furina's performance at the Grand Opera Hall.
His heart ignited.
"This… is where it all begins."
He withdrew every coin he had and rushed to the box office.
Not satisfied with the modest seat he could afford, he borrowed extra Mora from his sultry employer—just enough to buy a flawless set of clothes.
Then, like a meteor streaking across Fontaine's skyline, he dashed toward the venue.
Furina sat backstage, brushing frost from her sleeve when she caught a shift in the divine stream.
"Wait—he's coming for me?!"
Even the gods could feel it: this wasn't coincidence.
This was destiny, crashing into Tayvet like a soul searching for resonance.