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.

Blood trickled down the blood-red vine piercing through Mei's chest.


In the center of the palace, she just stood there in a daze. Her life force was fading fast, but her hair kept turning red, strand by strand.


She blinked, hardly believing what she was seeing.


Her heart lurched painfully. She turned around stiffly and locked eyes with Liuli standing at the palace entrance.


Her pupils kept contracting and dilating, but Liuli's face remained completely blank. She just watched calmly as black blood splattered everywhere, like she had been expecting this all along. Or maybe this was her real plan all along.


"No wonder you kept playing defense back in Western Province City, letting Yuyan beat you down the whole time..."


"No wonder you suddenly slapped her into the demon abyss right when she was most desperate..."


"No wonder she kept escaping in your direction back in the Demon Mist Forest..."


Chapter 364 - Ch 364 - Where exactly are you grabbing?