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.

With a spirit sword at his head, the shadow under the demon armor spoke with a calm, faint smile.


He looked at Ruoning's face, his brows filled with self-loathing.


"On this journey, did Dia not explain to you why I created this Illusion Realm?"


"Because you didn't want Sister Dia's soul to dissipate..." Ruoning replied softly.


Jing Chen lowered his gaze, continuing to smile in shame. "That year, the Demon Abyss descended, and the Divine Abyss Gate threw their weight around. Dia only became this broken to protect the sect..."


"Later, to sustain Dia's remnant soul, I created this illusion realm with myself as its core. I preserved her remnant soul within my own sea of consciousness."


"After that, Father was also killed by the Divine Abyss Gate. I inherited the position of Liuli Sect Master. In those years, I traveled the world, searching for a way to revive Dia... And perhaps it was fate, I met a powerful Celestial Master in the Western Region..."


Chapter 509 - Ch 509-This evil spawn must not be allowed to live!