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.

This person was strange—even if he was only at Core Formation stage, just the fact that the Full Moon Sect Holy Maiden called him "Master" was enough to make Zichen feel he couldn't afford to provoke him...


"I don't have many demands, just two in total."


"Please, please tell me..." Zichen widened his eyes, hastily responding with trepidation.


"The first demand is that you apologize to my senior sister."


Yino spoke calmly while casually stroking the little sprout of the girl in his arms.


Upon hearing this, Zichen found it utterly ridiculous.


But when it came to actual combat, how much use could Zichen be compared to those two terrifyingly powerful cult holy maidens?


Moreover, it was clearly Liuli who had slapped Yuyan off the cliff!


So if anyone was most suspicious, it was clearly Yino who had ordered Liuli to push Yuyan into the demon abyss!


Chapter 350 - Ch 350 - You dare covet even that woman who stands at the pinnacle of swordsmanship?