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.

At the southwestern city, a burst of white light suddenly erupted, instantly breaking through the layers of dark clouds under the abyss's gloom.


In just a moment, this unprecedented enormous presence not only made the black-dressed witch, who was immersed in slaughter within the southwestern city, widen her eyes and look curiously, but it also shocked the two armies already engaged in battle far away at the southwestern city.


On the Full Moon Sect's side, Liuli casually withdrew her vines, dropping the corpse of a righteous cultivator that had been hanging on the thorns.


She looked back, the message from her master floating in her mind, and couldn't help but wonder.


Days ago, Liuli had already arranged to meet her master at the northwestern outpost of Western Province City.


Chapter 329 - Ch 329 - Fallen Witch