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.

After Jinyue and Yanran left, only Yino and Yuyan remained on Ranmo Peak.


Yuyan flipped through the cultivation manual for a while, then instructed Yino to go inside and try the evil-dispelling technique.


At first, Yino didn't think much of it.


But when he sat cross-legged on the bed and felt the golden energy from Yuyan growing powerful within him, Yino finally heard the alarm bells of mortal danger ringing deep in his heart.


After a moment of preparation, Yuyan finally opened her beautiful eyes, which now emitted golden light, and softly asked.


But before Yino could respond, Yuyan had already gathered energy in her palm according to the evil-dispelling technique. With her left hand controlling the energy, her right hand firmly struck Yino's back with a heavy palm.


In Yuyan's view, this palm strike was already quite gentle.


Chapter 263 - Ch 263 - Master, Why Do You Have an Extra Tail?