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.

High above the crimson palace, Yino casually held his newly acquired flower girl.


After all, since the Pain Flower's aggro wasn't on him right now, he was way more relaxed than Mei in her dangerous situation.


"You've got three seconds left to choose."


While floating in the air, Yino kept an eye on the crimson nun closing in from below.


The seconds ticked by. At the last moment, Mei finally made her decision—


She gritted her teeth so hard her face went red, but she still chose to die with dignity and snarled the curse with all her strength.


Right after that, before Yino could react, she lunged like a rabid dog and bit down hard on his shoulder—


The bite caught Yino off guard. Seeing the crimson nun already charging with her thorn whip ready, he quickly tried to throw the girl off.


But Mei was clinging to him like a koala, teeth still sunk into his shoulder. No matter how hard he tried to shake her off, she stuck to him like glue.


Chapter 367 - Ch 367 - Damn you!