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.

"Brother He, oh Brother He, you really are Liuli Sect's running man!"


"What's wrong? Did last time leave you with psychological trauma? Now, with tens of thousands of Liuli Sect disciples fighting a bloody battle at the front gate, you, the chief disciple, are fleeing here in such a pathetic state?!"


In the dense forest of Liuli Sect's back mountain, as a black dragon's phantom transformed into dark clouds and dove down, the lavishly dressed man standing on the dragon's head raised his hand to summon his divine staff, his lips curling into a mocking sneer.


As Wen Ruxiu waved his staff in command, the giant dragon beneath him immediately opened its abyssal maw and unleashed a pitch-black dragon's breath, burning a molten chasm across the bamboo forest ahead, blocking the path forward.


Behind the molten chasm, the white-robed youth who had been fleeing all this way finally stopped.


Chapter 500 - Ch 500 - Defying Heaven by Half a Move