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.

"Yino... how do you know my measurements...?"


Yuyan looked puzzled, getting that weird feeling like someone had been casing her place.


Actually, the outfit Yino gave her wasn't that inappropriate. The skirt went past her knees, only showing her calves, and there were no flashy slits or cutouts. It was just that under the skirt where no one could see, the white silk lace trim on Yuyan's thighs and the connected garter straps felt... indescribably embarrassing.


Besides Yino and Yuyan, no one else would know about the surprisingly provocative style hidden under that skirt.


But thinking about it this way made Yuyan's face burn even redder. Just half an hour ago, she'd been fighting for her life with everything she had, but now she felt like Yino was operating on a completely different level of chill.


Yino was already moving on to teasing his senior sister.


While Yuyan was still recovering from her near-death experience.


Chapter 375 - Ch 375 - My Father [1]