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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

Sorry for not updating the past few days. i was writing the new book Emperor's trap and coudln't update this one.

Starting today, we will go back to our daily chapter.

"Honored Elders, it's here! Right here! This is where the ancient tree demon went berserk from the demonic array!" Xumo's voice grew frantic as they approached the ancient hall beneath the thousand-year tree. The place held too many painful memories he'd rather forget.

Once the chosen one, he'd had his most treasured talent shattered by Yino in single combat. Then there was that humiliating moment when his master's tender farewell turned into him wetting himself at the sight of the tree demon, forcing him to sprint three hundred miles through the night to escape the Azure Forest's sacred grounds.

Ch 230 - What Nonsense Are You Spouting?