[3 hours ago - Real World]
My name was Lee Zhen, and I officially had the most pathetic life in the universe.
At 23, my accomplishments amounted to: an apartment that smelled of instant curry and existential despair, a part-time job at a convenience store, and the unofficial world record of having read 847 cultivation novels without touching real grass.
My apartment resembled a modern-day hermit's sanctuary: towers of manga, mountains of ramen containers, and three monitors for simultaneously reading web novels while sarcastically reviewing my blog, which was read by exactly five people (including me).
That night I was rereading "The Way of the Supreme Immortal" for the fourth time, not because it was particularly good, but because I loved to hate-read the author's mistakes.
"This guy has no idea how to write consistent power systems," I muttered, chewing on fish sticks as I scrolled. "And don't get me started on Wang Fan—what kind of idiot designs such a stupid villain?"
Wang Fan. The most wasted villain in modern xianxia literature.
He appeared in Chapter 32, mocked the protagonist for being "talentless trash," challenged him to a duel, and then was literally sliced in half by the MC's new "Heavenly Wind Slash" technique.
His death lasted exactly three paragraphs. Three. Damned. Paragraphs.
"You could have at least given him a more creative death," I grumbled, downing my seventh can of coffee. "With all the knowledge he has about cults, treasures, techniques... he could have made a genuinely interesting antagonist!"
Just then, a pang shot through my chest as if someone had inserted an electric knife into my heart.
—What face...?
And then everything went black.
[Now - Immortal World]
I woke up with the worst hangover of my life multiplied by ten.
The room was... different. Dark wood furniture with gold inlay, a silk four-poster bed, rice-paper windows, and the scent of sandalwood incense floating in the air.
-What the devil...?
I walked over to the polished bronze mirror and nearly fainted.
Staring back at me was a face I recognized perfectly: sharp features, arrogant dark eyes, black hair tied back in a high bun with a jade hairpin, and that naturally superior expression that screamed "I'm a pushy young master."
Wang Fan.
The very idiot who was going to die in three days.
—No... NO FUCK. IT CAN'T BE!
[DING! Narrative Analysis System Activated]
[Welcome to the Immortal World "The Path of the Supreme Immortal"]
[Current Identity: Wang Fan - Chief Disciple of the Heavenly Wind Sect]
[Cultivation Level: 7th Level of the Qi Refinement Realm]
[Time until Scheduled Death: 2 days, 17 hours, 43 minutes]
[Probability of Survival according to Original Plot: 0.001%]
A translucent screen appeared before my eyes displaying information that made me break out in a cold sweat.
—System? Seriously? This is such a cliché it hurts!
But then I smiled. A smile that would have scared my old self.
Because if there was one thing 847 novels had taught me, it was this: knowledge is power , and I knew this story better than the author himself.
[Analysis Completed]
[Your knowledge of the original plot has been detected]
[Special Mission Unlocked: "Survival of the Smartest"]
[Objective: Survive past Chapter 32]
[Reward: Access to Advanced System Functions]
[Bonus: Completely screw up the original plot]
I walked over to the window and looked out at the mountainous landscape of the Heavenly Wind Sect. Floating pavilions connected by cloud bridges, waterfalls flowing upward in defiance of gravity, and disciples flying on swords through the sky.
It was beautiful. It was majestic.
And I was completely screwed if I followed the original script.
"Very well, dear universe," I murmured, crossing my arms. "You reincarnated me as the stupidest villain in this story. But there's something you didn't calculate..."
I took a scroll and brush from the table, and began to write furiously.
—I'm a bitter otaku with spoilers for the entire series, knowledge of every secret technique, location of every hidden treasure, and absolutely nothing to lose .
The list I was writing was my survival plan:
"Wang Fan's Anti-Protagonist Manual"
DO NOT directly confront the protagonist (obviously)
Steal all the hidden treasures BEFORE him
Recruit the smart villains he's going to kill
Using future knowledge to manipulate events
Becoming Lin Feng's biggest headache
Surviving at the expense of the original author's sanity
"Lin Feng... my dear invincible protagonist," I said, laughing like a cartoon villain. "I hope you've enjoyed your easy mode so far, because I just converted your story into Dark Souls: Nightmare Edition."
[New Skill Unlocked!]
[Meta Knowledge: You can access information from the original plot]
[Creative Malice: Your plans have a 50% higher chance of working if they are particularly devious]
Perfect.
If he was going to be a villain, he would be the most annoying, unpredictable, and troublesome villain this xianxia world had ever seen.
Let the chaos begin