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.

"So, what did Her Majesty say in the end?"


Seeing Elder He Yong emerge from the Dragon Palace Xinyao who'd been sitting dejectededly on the roadside steps immediately perked up and rushed over to ask.


These past few days, Xinyao had heard the news about Yino. As his aunt, she was naturally anxious.


However, Xinyao's status was indeed too low. Last night when she'd tried to get information from Changli, the latter hadn't revealed anything, only telling Xinyao she will handle the matter herself before dismissing her.


With no other option, Xinyao waited outside the court with the He family elder for news.


"Her Majesty said, without ironclad proof, Yino is safe for now."


He Yong stood with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly.


He looked at the petite, adorable spirit eagle girl, and after a moment of thinking, couldn't help the speculation rising in his mind.


First a Vermillion Bird, now a Spirit Eagle...


Chapter 462 - Ch 462 - Miss Ye Has Grown Up