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.

"Master, why do you seem to have gained an extra tail?!"


Xumo rubbed his eyes, repeatedly confirming that he wasn't seeing things.


Meanwhile, the white foxgirl blushed, feeling the stimulation of having her new attachment discovered by Xumo. Yuebai felt the new tail behind her clench tighter inside her, and this unprecedented game sensation made the thousand-year soul origin pill beneath her lower abdomen tremble slightly.


Yuebai instinctively hugged herself, retreating two steps with wariness, and even her gaze toward Xumo couldn't hide her disgust and resentment.


If Xumo hadn't been both useless and heartless, abandoning her in the Azure Forest, how would she have fallen into Yino's hands and ended up with a new tail inserted?


And worse... What made Yuebai more embarrassed was that Yino wouldn't allow her to remove it!


Chapter 265 - Ch 265 - Is This... Really a Technique from the Celestial Medicine Temple?