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, I heard from Huai that you actually spent the entire night in Chaerin's room?"


Walking through the peach grove behind Liuli Sect, the white fox girl couldn't help but ask with curiosity.


If it had been anyone else, Yuebai might not have worried. But the way Huai told it made it sound like Yino had stolen his master away, and that familiar plotline gave Yuebai serious deja vu. It reminded her way too much of Xumo's expression back then.


Yuebai knew Yino's methods all too well!


"Don't even get me started. That old witch nearly stripped me down to my underwear."


Walking along the grove path, Yino looked utterly dejected, still haunted by the experience.


"Stripped you down?" The white fox's eyes went wide, and all of her nine tails started wagging excitedly.


Yino reached over to pinch her cheek, slightly annoyed:


Chapter 460 - Ch 460 - Come On, Let Me Show You Something Cool in the Grove