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.

Outside the southwestern city in the desert, Yino, holding the white dragon girl's hand, stopped halfway as he suddenly realized a critical issue.


He looked around, confirming his suspicion, and his face grew even more covered in sweat.


"Damn it! I was so focused on attacking and escaping that I forgot Jinyue is still lying outside the city!"


Yino cursed under his breath and quickly released the white dragon girl's hand, rushing back to the southwestern city at top speed.


No matter how often he acted selfishly, he still had enough conscience for this.


Just moments ago, Yino, Jinyue, and Nina had executed a blood-pumping combination attack.


Yino provided divine support, Jinyue provided illusion support, and Nina provided straightforward violent support.


But the evidence proved that the Fallen Witch was truly formidable.


Chapter 336 - Ch 336 - She Is Not the Joy At All!