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.

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Wait, this change in attitude is way too sudden!


Jinjie was usually a silent, taciturn assassin.


But today she couldn't hold it in anymore. Her master was normally so cold and aloof, but why did she turn into such a naive sweet girl when dealing with Yino?


Just a second ago, she was putting on a stern face ready to teach Yino a lesson, but after he said a few nice words, her eyes immediately lit up.


Jinjie clearly remembered that those treasures in Yino's arms were worthless junk that nobody wanted.


The Hundred Spirits Pavilion Master had been operating in Western Province City, a key trading hub on the Silk Road, for many years. She could tell the quality of treasures at a glance. It didn't seem possible that she would misjudge specifically with Yino.


Chapter 293 - Ch 293 - Getting Jealous, Jealous, Jealous... I