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.

6 more chapter tomorrow and we go back to the normal update :)


"Young master was willing to help Lin Che win the tournament here in the capital. That's already a huge help. At least when I return to Jianlan Sect, I can use Lin Che's results to shut those Elders up..."


After Yino left, Zhihan sat alone in the room and finally let out a quiet sigh of relief, murmuring softly to herself.


At the same time, a bright, cheerful voice rang out from beyond the door:


Lin Che had just returned from the Dao Testing Pavilion. For the boy, winning his very first tournament match was an unprecedented thrill.


He walked into the room and immediately noticed the woman in the black dress looking a little melancholy. Then his eyes fell on the faint bloodstains on his master's sleeves.


"Master, you... why is there blood on you?! Who hurt you?!"


Chapter 594 - Ch 594 - How could he compare to Nangong Xi?