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.

With the great battle imminent, Liuli felt the gunpowder scent gradually permeating the air, while also lifting the corners of her lips into a sickly yet coldly beautiful arc.


Her devastatingly beautiful face no longer resembled that of a sickly girl, but rather approached the nature an evil holy maiden should have—three parts seductive, seven parts evil.


"How did you suddenly get so fired up?"


Beside the red-dressed girl, Mei also raised her eyebrows, blinking her charming eyes with some curiosity.


She turned around and followed Liuli's gaze toward Yuyan pursuing them from afar.


For a moment, Mei suddenly felt that although Yuyan and Liuli didn't talk much, the eye contact between them seemed to contain the resentment of mutual blood feuds.


Chapter 343 - Ch 343 - Yuyan, Did You Calculate This Step Too? II