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.

"I've been thinking that I'd like to get married sometime soon."


Inside the Sect Master's pavilion, the woman in white sat kneeling before the platform and spoke in a calm, solemn voice.


She soon noticed Yanran standing to the side, biting her lip with a worried expression as if she wanted to say something to Yuyan.


However, as Yuyan sat lost in thought, Mu Daosheng stroked his beard and smiled with a look of relief. "That's wonderful news!"


"But Yuyan, have you thought this through?"


"Marriage is a major life event, and for us cultivators, it is a critical, once-in-a-lifetime decision. Throughout history, many talented geniuses have fallen to their inner demons because of heartbreak, unable to find peace for a long time."


Mu Daosheng spoke calmly without trying to stop her; he simply wanted to give Yuyan necessary advice from the perspective of a master.


Chapter 559 - Ch 559 - Senior Brother, Please No!