I died as a hardcore gamer, only to open my eyes in a cultivation fantasy I once played. Not as the hero. Not even as a helpful mentor. or a big villian... But as the cannon fodder destined to die before the first act even concludes.
I recognize this world instantly—the sprawling mansions of nobility, the immortal sects hidden in misty mountains, the power hierarchy where cultivators stand above common folk. I've played through this story dozens of times, defeated every hidden boss, unlocked every secret ending. And now I'm trapped inside it, wearing the skin of the game's first villain.
My position? The worthless young master of a prestigious family, universally despised yet secretly possessing a dormant bloodline that nobody in-game ever discovered because this character dies too quickly.
But something is wrong. Characters are behaving differently than they did in the game. Events are unfolding in unexpected ways. The cold beauty who should immediately despise me seems strangely interested in my skills. The vixen villianess who orchestrated my demise now studies me with curiosity.
Is my presence changing the storyline? Or was there always more to this world than what players could see through their screens?
With each deviation from the script I memorized, my meta-knowledge becomes less reliable. Yet it remains my greatest weapon as I navigate political intrigue, forge unlikely alliances, and desperately work to awaken powers that were never meant to be unlocked by a character designed only to die.
I refuse to be expendable. I reject the role assigned to me. In a world where destiny is supposedly predetermined, I will rewrite the algorithm itself—or break the entire system trying.
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All names, places, and deities are fictional and not linked to any real religion or culture.

"This is fucking ridiculous! You're really going to interrogate me?!"


After being shackled with iron chains, Yino found himself pressed against the dungeon's iron bars, feeling utterly pissed off. He had no idea how he'd managed to offend this little dragon bitch. She was such a two-faced character - one second she was admiring his heroic deeds, the next she was backstabbing him and throwing him into a cell.


What made it worse was that Nina treated Yino completely differently from the others. During the escort, when Yuyan expressed her dissatisfaction, Nina cheerfully had her subordinates prepare a high-end suite for her. When Yino saw this and also voiced his complaints, Nina kicked him square in the ass and personally handcuffed him before dragging him to this freezing dungeon.


Chapter 388 - Ch 388 - Let Go of My Yino!