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.

Three simple questions shattered the white foxgirl's last shred of hope.


Yuebai trembled silently, only managing to shake her head. Her eyes darted desperately toward the red foxgirl beside Yino, but Jinyue just shrugged and turned away - clearly unwilling to breathe a word about such a sensitive topic.


"Ten seconds left, and still no valuable information," Yino sighed wearily. "Yuebai, how can I possibly let you go?"


Yuebai's delicate face twisted with desperation and fury. "Yino! You're so close with Jinyue - you know damn well I can't answer these questions! If you're so capable, why don't you make Jinyue tell you the Celestial Master's identity?"


Terror flashed across Yuebai's face. "Someone, anyone..." She whirled around frantically, searching desperately for escape. But in this empty ancient hall corner, besides Yino and Jinyue, there was only the red-robed Holy Maiden standing nearby, her beautiful eyes dim.


Chapter 213 - Ch 213 - Please Listen to My Plan!