I Accidentally Entered the Cultivation World, but My Account Is Maxed Out

Ming Ruoxie, the top grinder on the server, logs into the new expansion for the supposedly “100% realistic” full-dive game Cultivation after the Truth and discovers it’s more than just realistic: the NPCs are as intelligent as real people, the roast meat is mouthwateringly succulent, and she can even transfer over her max-level accounts from other games! “This immersion is unreal!” Rubbing her hands with excitement, she decides to make this world of cultivation her new playground. And so, ancient secret realms become “limited-time event dungeons,” powerful figures from every faction become “high-intelligence NPCs,” and divine beast mounts become a “complete collection” to gather! The “quest rewards” she hands out on a whim are divine artifacts lost for ten thousand years. The “leveling tips” she casually offers can help people ascend to immortality in broad daylight. She turns the cultivation world upside down, and countless powerhouses beg her to take them in. She picks up a down-and-out Sword Sovereign, thinking she’s scored an UR-tier fighter. She treats the unhinged Demon Venerable like a world boss to farm, thoughtfully giving out “participation prizes.” She raises the Fox Clan’s young lord as a rare pet, petting and feeding him every day. She helps the deposed crown prince reclaim his throne, just to unlock a new “faction management” mode. Looking at the immortal-cultivation-style home she’s built and her loyal “companions,” Ming Ruoxie gives herself a satisfied thumbs-up. “I give this batch of NPCs full marks for intelligence!” Until one day, when she wants to log out but can’t find the exit button. The “System” voice that has always spoken to her in a cool, detached tone whispers in her ear for the first time, its voice now solid and real: “A game? Welcome to your real world, my... foreign god.” Behind her, the eyes of the men she had always thought of as “data” have long since turned as deep as an abyss.