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.

He stared at the white fox girl's pitiful expression and finally sighed helplessly.


After all, who could have predicted that the scheming, manipulative white fox master from the game who dominated the later plot, would now be frightened by a mere Crimson Prince?


Honestly, Yino felt Yuebai's true strength far exceeded the Crimson Prince's. Back in Azure Forest, she'd only been captured because the secret realm had restricted her cultivation to Core Formation stage. In the real world, even Jinyue and Liuli together might not be Yuebai's match.


"Sorry you had to put up with Xumo's treatment."


Yino's heart softened as he beckoned the pouting white fox girl into his embrace.


Fox demons really did share common traits, at least when it came to being adorable, Yuebai's natural talent wasn't far behind Jinyue's.


Chapter 471 - Ch 471 - Red Spider Lily I