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.

"Hey everyone... sorry for disappearing.


Had some personal stuff to deal with, but thankfully, everything's all good now. Really appreciate your patience—back to posting regularly again!"


Actually, this time when coming to Western Province City, besides planning to freeload, Yino truly brought many local specialties from Azure Forest for the owner of Hundred Spirits Pavilion.


Of course, these specialties were also casually taken from the ancient temple that sealed Lily.


Useful treasures had already been distributed by Yino to his traveling companions Wangxue, Yunjin and others.


As for those things that weren't useful to everyone, Yino planned to give them to the owner of Hundred Spirits Pavilion as trophies from this secret realm.


When Yino first arrived, the owner of Hundred Spirits Pavilion had high hopes for him and gifted him many pills in the name of investment, looking forward to further cooperation with Yino.


Chapter 284 - Ch 284 - Yino, the backyard is on fire!