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.

Being suddenly discarded made Yuyan feel a bit uneasy, like her body was chilled by the night breeze and her chest lacked that sense of security that allowed her to let down her guard. Now, with Yino not by her side, Yuyan couldn't help thinking about the question the young man had mentioned before [ what if Gu Wanglan turned around and attacked her now?]


At some point, Yuyan finally realized the reason for her unease.


She had ridden the nine-colored deer quite far. Now looking back, she suddenly realized that the young man who had princess-carried her onto the little deer was still standing in the same spot


Seeing Yino's figure gradually receding into the distance, her beautiful eyes widened. Her fairy like face, originally full of wariness towards intimate physical contact, now couldn't hide a trace of reluctance to part ways after being suddenly abandoned.


Chapter 122 - Ch 122 - I Believe Senior Gu Will Have Such Fortune Too! III