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.

Ye Chaerin made a deal with Ruoning last night.


She agreed to shelter Ruoning temporarily and not send her home. But in exchange, Ruoning had to keep everything secret. Tomorrow, Ye Chaerin would meet Yino personally.


So early this morning, Ye Chaerin brought Ruoning to the third floor of the elegant pavilion beside Liuli Sect's plaza for tea.


The moment Yino stepped into Liuli Sect, Chaerin was already watching him from the shadows.


She watched Yino interact with Liuli Sect's disciples with her own eyes.


During this time, Ye Chaerin had plenty of exchanges with Ruoning.


Chaerin's first impression of Yino wasn't bad.


First, his cultivation was indeed very high. Second, Yino had a decent personality, sunny and cheerful. He could bond with Liuli Sect's young ladies in just a few words.


Finally, from Ye Chaerin's observation, the Ranmo Peak pendant in Yino's hand wasn't fake.


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