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 Yunmei and Yuyan watching, Yino really had no time to reason with a sword.


He had just refined two pure Phoenix Crystals yesterday, and now was the final opportunity to muster all his strength to pull out the holy sword.


Relying on the bloodline dominance his innate Sword Dao Holy Physique had over the sword spirit, Yino finally used brute force to pull out the holy sword.


But Yino's joy lasted less than three seconds. As the light dispersed, the Holy Maiden cried out in shock—


"You are not the destined one we've been waiting for! Who are you—?!"


At these words, not only did Yino freeze, but two seconds later he also sensed an extremely cold sword intent sweeping toward him from behind like a tidal wave.


Yino was all too familiar with this ice-attribute sword intent.


A few days ago, on Ranmo Peak, he had been thoroughly drained by this sword intent's owner riding on top of him...


Chapter 317 - Ch 317 - Yino!!!?