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.

Thank you for the gift Handsoap, Bonuse chapter 1/2


"I feel filled with Sister's essence from top to bottom!"


Yino's eyes subtly shone with an icy blue light.


Thanks to the buff of the Sword Dao Holy Body, he now felt his body completely filled with Yuyan's spiritual essence, as if a single sword strike could mimic three points of Yuyan's sword intent! And now, Yuyan's spiritual essence could already adapt.


Next, all that was left was to accept Yuyan's sword intent into his body for refinement!


"Why does it sound so strange when you say it?"


Yuyan bit her red lips, her fairy-like face puzzled yet flushing with embarrassment.


She tried to correct it, but upon further thought, what Yino said didn't seem wrong. After a long infusion of spiritual essence, his body was indeed filled with Yuyan's spiritual essence; whether one could actually smell it, Yuyan herself wouldn't know, as she had never smelled her own spiritual essence.


Chapter 133 - Ch 133 – Consider it an extra reward.