Dying seemed like the ultimate misfortune—or so I thought. Little did I know that reincarnating into a fantasy realm as a worthless side character would prove far more catastrophic. Trapped in a world governed by cultivation and mysterious systems, I've become the unwilling target of relentless quests. The universe itself conspires to drag me into adventures I never asked for, treating me like the protagonist of some grand narrative. Yet I'm acutely aware of the truth: I'm nobody. Just expendable background material in someone else's story. As the system continues assigning me impossible missions and fate keeps pushing me toward danger, I must find a way to reclaim my life. Can an insignificant trash character escape the role destiny has forced upon them, or will I be consumed by the very adventures meant for heroes?