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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

Yino had kept himself quite busy exploring this secret realm - though less exploring the realm itself and more studying the physical differences between various fox breeds.

Having just handled an urgent matter with Yuebai, he needed to deal with a certain black-clad woman who'd been tailing him. Just then, Lily informed him that several righteous sect elders had arrived outside the realm. Yino clicked his tongue in dismay - he had even less time than expected.

"Look what you've done, Yuebai!" Yino planted his hands on his hips, channeling his past life's homeroom teacher. "Your dawdling has wasted everyone's time, and I still have a pile of messes to clean up!"

The white foxgirl pouted beside him. If she'd known the elders would arrive so early, those two days and nights wouldn't have been necessary - she might've even managed to hold out longer! But it was too late for regrets now.

Ch 228 - Too Many Old Debts Forgotten