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.

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Inside the dungeon, the white dragon girl raised an eyebrow. Though her cheeks still held traces of a blush, she seized the moment to follow Yino's lead and project some imperial authority.


Xinyao's expression grew awkward. She averted her gaze, glanced at Yino to confirm he was unharmed, then sighed softly.


"I wouldn't dare question Your Majesty. It's just... Yino is the young master the Grand Tutor entrusted to my care. When I heard he was in trouble, I panicked and lost my composure."


Ever the seasoned player, Xinyao managed to invoke the Grand Tutor's name even while being humble.


Nina understood the implication perfectly. The Great Dragon Dynasty's stability depended on Nina and the Grand Tutor's imperial faction, plus the three powerful Grand Tutor mansions. Even as empress, Nina couldn't easily move against the Grand Tutor families.


Chapter 390 - Ch 390 Here's the Jade Pendant! Treasure it Well!