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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All names, places, and deities are fictional and not linked to any real religion or culture.

"From today, the two of you should pack and set out for the Northern Domain."


Atop an immortal terrace wrapped in cloud and mist.


The white-robed celestial maiden with crane-white hair and golden pupils stood with her hands clasped behind her back, drawing two brand new Divine Gate Sacred Artifacts out of the void. One sword shaped as a bow, engraved with golden veins. One sword shaped as a ring, carved with cold sorrow.


Iris swept a hand out and bestowed the two artifacts on the pair of immortal-robed Disciples below the terrace. Mingyu took the bow and Qingshuang took the ring, and both cupped their fists together.


"Remember. First, make certain Lin Che inherits the Primordial True Inheritance."


"Second, if Yino dares to go, kill him along with the rest."


She gave the order without inflection. Below, Qingshuang and Mingyu bowed their heads in acceptance.


Chapter 630 - Ch 630 - Your Sword Has Likely Already Broken