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.

A majestic dragon illuminated the night sky, bathing the entire southwestern city in pure white sacred light that shook the heavens.


People stared skyward, seemingly filled with reverence for the towering white dragon apparition. The many cultivators and common citizens who had fallen into chaos due to the witch attack now collectively fell silent, their eyes transfixed.


Beneath the white dragon apparition, a stunningly beautiful young woman with white-gold dragon horns rising from her head ascended into the sky.


"It's a girl with a human body but dragon horns... I've heard that the new Dragon Emperor about to ascend the throne of the Great Dragon Dynasty is a mixed-blood of white dragon and human..."


Throughout Western Province City, people whispered among themselves.


Chapter 340 - Ch 340 - Your Majesty I