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.

Yino, whose arm was linked by the girl beside him, also smiled when her words fell. He first swept the seated crowd with cold eyes, then turned to look at Liu Yuliang and cupped his hands in a humble bow.


"Uncle Yuliang, we haven't seen each other for ten years. You haven't aged a bit."


The same question floated almost simultaneously in the minds of both the Lin and Liu families when Yino appeared and chatted with Liu Yuliang about old times.


It was like some highly anticipated annual awards ceremony. The elders had imagined countless possibilities for Liu Ruoning's absence in their minds, but everyone at the table slammed their hands down and exclaimed when Ruoning returned to the Liu mansion with a man on her arm: Who the hell is Yino?!


Those who didn't recognize Yino were probably still buzzing with confusion.


Chapter 420 - Ch 420 - Who the Hell is Yino?!