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.

"As Elder Zhu's direct disciple, I trust you won't disappoint me with these collectibles."


"That Xumo isn't to be underestimated either. Be careful your little schemes don't backfire."


Before parting, the Liuli Palace Master had given the Crimson Prince a few words of warning.


But honestly, the Crimson Prince had heard this kind of lecture from his father countless times already.


He nodded and bowed on the surface, but inwardly just sneered, he didn't take the Liuli Palace Master seriously at all.


Old fool's got one foot in the grave and still can't kick his preaching habit...


I've got all nine top-tier golden collectibles from this realm in my hands, while Yino and Xumo have barely explored eight floors. At most they've snagged one golden collectible from the eighth floor... Not even counting cultivation differences, these nine items alone make me look at them like an immortal viewing mortals - like ants.


Chapter 473 - Ch 473 - The Three of Us CanTake Down Yino!