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.

When pinned to the ground by the dragon girl, Yino caught a glimpse of her true face beneath the hood and momentarily hallucinated her as the White Dragon Empress from the game.


However... Compared to the formidable Empress who ruled the Great Dragon Dynasty in the game, this girl straddling Yino seemed much more immature.


By mentally tracing back to the third volume of the game, everything suddenly clicked in Yino's mind.


In the game, the White Dragon Empress didn't have many scenes. Each appearance showed her either presiding over grand ceremonies as a ruler or bestowing rewards upon the protagonist from her lofty position...


For players, the Empress was basically just eye candy in the game.


First, even in the later parts of the game, the Empress maintained a girlish figure. Both her height and cup size were far inferior to the beautiful red-haired minister in the long dress who stood behind her.


Chapter 323 - Ch 323 - I'm Also Forced to Save the World!