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.

For a moment, Ruoning almost believed Yino understood her sharp-tongued but soft-hearted master better than she did.


"Then I'm heading back to report to Master right now!"


The green-dressed girl shot up excitedly, slapping the table.


But then she noticed Yino still sitting there, unmoved, and something clicked.


Before Ruoning could say anything, Yino smiled knowingly and reached over to pinch the fluffy fox ears of the petite girl beside him.


"You should head back tonight. Since I rarely visit Jiangnan, I need to stay and get Yuebai's full report on everything that's happened with the Liuli Sect these past six months. We need to... discuss things in depth."


"In five seconds - five fucking seconds - what kind of twisted technique did that brat use to completely drain Lin Ze's Azure Dragon bloodline!"


In the Liu mansion's front courtyard, Lin family elder Lin Guo was still raging.


Chapter 440 - Ch 440 - Come Here, Let's Untangle That Tail II