I Told You to Become Strong Through Simulation, How Did You End Up Falling in Love?

Victor transmigrated into a world of swords and magic as the young master of a noble house. The good news: he had a cheat ability—a Life Simulator. After each simulation, he permanently inherited everything he had gained, including his level, talents, and bloodline. The bad news: his body was completely drained. The even worse news: he was betrothed to a fifty-six-year-old woman who had already outlived five husbands and was built like a bull. System: First simulation. Please draw your race. Victor: Give me anything. An imperial prince, an elven noble, or at least a dragon! System: Congratulations! You have drawn the Brick Bug. Victor: What…? Fine, I’ll endure it. Thus, he became a Brick Bug, playing dead in a dungeon corner just to survive. He became a goblin, only to be chased through three streets by adventurers. He became a half-orc and finally managed to stand tall for once… only to be casually one-shot by a passing Archmage. Countless simulations. Countless restarts. Countless times digging through heaps of tr*sh to salvage something barely worth keeping. Everything was inherited. Levels, talents, and bloodlines all piled onto his real body. Once he had finally become powerful enough, a new problem arrived. The people he had met during the simulations—elves, dragonkin, beastfolk, and more—began appearing in reality, one after another, all seeking him out. System: Congratulations, Host. Your romantic fortune has arrived. Victor: You call this romantic fortune? Why does it feel like they’re here to collect a debt?