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I died as a hardcore gamer, only to open my eyes in a cultivation fantasy I once played. Not as the hero. Not even as a helpful mentor. or a big villian... But as the cannon fodder destined to die before the first act even concludes.
I recognize this world instantly—the sprawling mansions of nobility, the immortal sects hidden in misty mountains, the power hierarchy where cultivators stand above common folk. I've played through this story dozens of times, defeated every hidden boss, unlocked every secret ending. And now I'm trapped inside it, wearing the skin of the game's first villain.
My position? The worthless young master of a prestigious family, universally despised yet secretly possessing a dormant bloodline that nobody in-game ever discovered because this character dies too quickly.
But something is wrong. Characters are behaving differently than they did in the game. Events are unfolding in unexpected ways. The cold beauty who should immediately despise me seems strangely interested in my skills. The vixen villianess who orchestrated my demise now studies me with curiosity.
Is my presence changing the storyline? Or was there always more to this world than what players could see through their screens?
With each deviation from the script I memorized, my meta-knowledge becomes less reliable. Yet it remains my greatest weapon as I navigate political intrigue, forge unlikely alliances, and desperately work to awaken powers that were never meant to be unlocked by a character designed only to die.
I refuse to be expendable. I reject the role assigned to me. In a world where destiny is supposedly predetermined, I will rewrite the algorithm itself—or break the entire system trying.

Reborn As A Villainous Cannon Fodder

"Trying to take advantage of me again!"

"No, I'm a gentleman. I was just curious."

"Yeah, right! I dare you to ask your dear aunty the same question!"

Yino replied naturally without thinking.

Upon hearing this, Jinyue blinked in surprise.

Thinking of the unspeakable locations of the totem marks on her body, she incredulously said with a red face: "Then... did she really show you?"

"No, she didn't. When I asked, she said something about reporting me to my father..."

At this point, Yino sighed quietly and clicked his tongue: "To be forgiven, I had to wash her feet for a week."

"Puhaha~ So you have times when you're bullied too!"

As Yino naturally changed the subject, Jinyue's attention was already diverted, and she couldn't help but laugh.

Ch 34 – Moooooo