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.

"Yino, are we really just going to crash through the checkpoint like this?"


Flying above Western Province City, Yuyan looked back at the soldiers they'd left in the dust and sounded uneasy.


Beside her, Yino showed zero tension, just waved his hand dismissively:


"Why should we care about them? Entry inspections are such a pain in the ass. I remember getting locked up and interrogated by those old bastards for three days and nights!"


Thinking about the game's protagonist and his treatment, Yino got pissed off all over again.


Back when he was playing Fallen Immortal, he'd finally managed to pull an all-nighter to refine the Heart of Pain from Volume 3. His character had unlocked the Abyss attribute and his cultivation had skyrocketed—everything was looking perfect.


The moment Yino returned from the Demon Abyss, Western Province City's guards grabbed him. Their excuse? They suspected he carried the aura of the Demon Abyss.


Chapter 383 - Ch 383 - Yino, Stop Right There!!!