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.

Seeing the tavern silent, Yino smiled and withdrew his pressure.


Ever since becoming a devout believer of the Full Moon Goddess and inheriting Chen Jianxin's innate holy sword physique, Yino's mixed righteous and evil aura was quite intimidating. This young man somewhat embodied the presence of Observation Haki.


"Alright, the trouble is gone. Sit down and drink with me."


After dealing with the annoying guys, Yino sat back at the bar, raising his milk cup to signal Jinyu.


The little girl was somewhat dumbfounded, not expecting her young master to be so fierce. Truly worthy of being of the Phoenix bloodline from Senior Xinyao's clan, and with the extraordinary background of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, he had developed a unique domineering temperament.


Chapter 286 - Ch 286 - Yino, the backyard is on fire! II