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.

Yino had never run so fast in his life.


He didn't know if it was due to the bloodline pressure from his senior sister, or because he had just liberated the phoenix bloodline within him. Either way, ever since breaking through the barrier of the Dark Night Church, Yino had been sprinting wildly through the streets.


His incredible speed caused his field of vision to narrow.


He ran across rooftops and through one alley after another.


Yet despite his efforts, whenever Yino looked back, Yuyan would emerge from another alleyway right behind him, swinging her sword and pursuing him with equally impressive speed.


Yuyan, unable to contain her anger, shouted as she gave chase.


She leapt into the air, moving swiftly across the rooftops with her lightness skills. Her gaze precisely predicted the black-clad youth's next turning point, allowing her to take a shortcut across the rooftops to intercept him.


Chapter 318 - Ch 318 - One Strike! (Extra :3)