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.

Sorry for the delay! I'll try to post 15 chapters today. Also, thank you, DaoistOwjwou, for the gift, we'll be publishing 2 extra chapters, making it a total of 17.


(2 will be released now, and the other 15 once the editor finishes them today.)


Under Yino's special training, Yuebai spilled three things last night.


First, Ye Huai seemed to be chasing her. At least, that's what Yuebai remembered before she collapsed into Yino's arms. Ye Huai wasn't writing her corny confession letters like the other disciples. Instead, he kept openly and secretly looking out for her around the sect.


Sure, he and Yuebai only had a physical thing going on, nothing like the deep connection he shared with Jinyue. But he had still branded this fox with his spiritual marks, and she had submitted to him. It really grated on him that some handsome, high level senior brother was now eyeing his property.


Chapter 443 - Ch 443 - When Did I Say I Was Human?