"System? Are you there? Come out!"
"..."
"Grandpa? Stop hiding in the ring on my finger. Come out and chat; I know you're in there."
"..."
"Divine artifact? Is that little green vase for flower arranging on the desk some kind of heaven-defying treasure? If it is, just give me a sign."
"..."
"Great Dao, are you there? Was it you who sent me here? Could you lend me some kind of 'cheat' code or divine protection?"
"..."
"Sect Leader of the Fengling Yueying Sect, I am your tenth-generation disciple. Please reveal yourself and help your student!"
"..."
"Don't all be so silent! Any kind of cheat will do, just please, someone talk to me!"
In the room, Han Mo had called out to every known variety of "golden finger" or cheat he could think of, yet he didn't receive the slightest response.
"Damn it, where is my cheat? Isn't transmigrating a privilege reserved for protagonists? Since I've crossed over, I should at least count as a disciple of the Fengling Yueying Sect. Give me a golden finger! Even if I'm a villain, how am I supposed to counter-kill the protagonist without one?"
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
Hearing the increasingly violent knocking—no, smashing—on the door, he felt tears welling up in his eyes.
It’s over, it’s all over!
His golden finger hadn't arrived after all.
You have to understand, in all the male-oriented power-fantasy novels Han Mo had read, every single protagonist who transmigrated was handed a system, a divine artifact, a mysterious mentor, or some other powerful cheat right at the start.
Hard work, struggle, using your brain?
Those didn't exist. With a cheat, you just mindlessly steamrolled through everything.
The "Invincible Sovereign"? The "Smartphone Hero"? Those were cliches from a decade ago.
Nowadays, protagonists don't even have to do anything; they just check in daily, level up hundreds of times a day, and reach max level in a few days to crush the entire world.
And look at him. Same transmigration, but he started with a disastrous opening, and he didn't even have a decent cheat to help him out.
Comparing people only leads to frustration!
Some might say, "You transmigrated with a good background and you know the plot trajectory—isn't that a golden finger in itself?"
That may be true, but if there’s an easier way, who wants to exhaust themselves racking their brain? Isn't it satisfying just to steamroll everything?
Besides, this is a high-martial arts cultivation world, a place where power is magnified infinitely. In the face of absolute strength, any scheme or trickery is futile.
At the very least, right now, Han Mo couldn't think of any way for a Qi Condensation Stage cultivator like himself to defeat a Foundation Establishment cultivator by jumping an entire major realm!
Unless...
Thinking of this, he turned to glance at the young woman beside him, who was still running a fever.
"Young Master Han~ come, let's discuss the Dao together!"
Her beautiful eyes were already hazy, moist and seductive.
He gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, deciding to resort to some desperate measure just to save his own skin for the moment.
But unexpectedly, a sudden *thump* rang out, and the next instant, he let out a strange cry:
"Damn it! Who is it? Who ambushed a twenty-year-old upstanding youth like me? Where’s the sportsmanship!"
He felt his cheek get hit by something. He looked up and scanned his surroundings, but other than the young woman, whose mind was already clouded by desire, he saw no one else.
The smashing on the door continued, though it seemed the person outside needed more time to break through the barrier.
Strange, there's no one here!
What was it... that hit me?
Instinctively, he picked up the "weapon," and Han Mo was instantly stunned.
This is...
A cover made of brown cowhide, high-quality paper.
It seemed to be a notebook.
Not a laptop, but a paper business notebook used for meetings in the modern world.
"Wait, isn't this the notebook I used to keep my walkthroughs in before I transmigrated?"
As a veteran gamer, before playing any new game, Han Mo would always look up walkthroughs and record the important points so he could check them during his playthrough.
That way, he wouldn't miss any important side quests or plot rewards, allowing him to enjoy the game more.
"How did this thing get here?"
Even though he recognized the notebook, Han Mo was still very confused.
But he quickly remembered that if even he could transmigrate, it wasn't that strange for his notebook from his past life to tag along!
Without a better answer, Han Mo settled for that excuse and began to quickly examine the notebook.
Because he had used it for years, the cover was old and faded, but when he opened it, the inside was completely empty.
It wasn't that there were no pages; rather, the pages were blank. All the walkthroughs for the many games he had spent so much time and effort recording—dozens of pages—had vanished.
"God, how are they gone? That was my hard work!"
Looking at the pristine, clean paper, Han Mo felt a pang of heartache, but he soon noticed something unusual.
As he flipped through the notebook, two blurred lines of black ink suddenly appeared on the clean front page.
【A fated end, difficult to alter.】
【Today's outcome: Certain death.】
"???"
What does this mean?
Is it saying that no matter what I do, I can't change this certain death today?
Hmm... I thought this was my walkthrough notebook, but it doesn't seem like it.
Glancing at the black ink, Han Mo fell into deep thought, but he quickly realized a crucial question.
Wait, could this be my golden finger finally arriving?
"Great! It looks like I might be saved after all!"
Having vaguely guessed the truth, Han Mo’s eyes brimmed with tears of excitement.
With a golden finger, there was a chance to survive.
No, even crushing a heaven-defying protagonist wasn't just a dream!
"Fated fate," "doomed outcome"? Heh...
Have you never heard that "my life is determined by me, not heaven"?
At the peak of X, I look down upon the world.
With a cheat, heaven is mine.
Saved. I'm saved.
Han Mo was overjoyed, but he quickly realized another problem.
But how do I use this thing?
*BOOM!*
Just as the thought crossed his mind, a violent roar erupted from outside the door.
It seemed the aggrieved "junior brother" had already started using high-level spells to break the array.
Time was running out!
Thinking this, Han Mo quickly picked up the notebook and examined it, shook the cover vigorously, and even pricked his finger to drip a drop of blood on the page, but he still got no response.
Other than the two lines that had appeared earlier, nothing happened regardless of what he tried.
Damn it, how do you use this golden finger? Why won't it even give me a walkthrough?
Wait, a walkthrough...
A walkthrough, a walkthrough... what is a walkthrough? It's something that provides gamers with ideas, strategies, and solutions to problems.
Since it's for solving problems...
Seeming to realize something, Han Mo jumped off the bed, grabbed a brush from the desk, dipped it in ink, and quickly wrote a line.
【Is there any way to change the outcome of certain death today?】
The handwriting was crooked and messy, but it clearly expressed his question.
If he remembered correctly, one of the lines that appeared before was: "A fated end, difficult to alter."
It only said it was *difficult* to alter, not *impossible*.
In a game, this would be a difficult challenge that requires specific techniques, special equipment, or special skills to overcome.
Sure enough, the moment he finished writing, a blinding crimson light flared up. Han Mo felt his head grow heavy, as if something precious had been drained from his body, and a wave of intense dizziness washed over him.
The next moment, he felt his consciousness enter a phantasmal space. The space was empty, save for the notebook floating in the air, upon which a line of blood-red text slowly appeared.
【Complete the main plot: "Senior's Violation," and you can rewrite the doomed ending.】
"Huh???"