Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

"Damn, I'm dead!"

Those were my first words upon recovering memories from Earth.

Waking up in a cultivation realm seemed like destiny—power, immortality, endless adventures awaited.

Then reality crashed down.

My sister severed ties with a crippled young master, setting the stage for his inevitable ascension as the protagonist.

My mother extracted a Dao Bone from my cousin's body and grafted it into mine—a decision that would surely spark their vengeance.

As for me? I was already written as a disposable villain: oppressing the powerless, weaponizing my Bai Clan heritage for dominance.

The cruellest irony lay in my weakness—even possessing a Dao Bone, my cultivation prowess remained abysmal.

A single lifeline existed.

The System bound to my soul for years, dormant and unrecognized.

"I never understood what I possessed... until I realized—it was written in English!"