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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

"Stop beating around the bush, Yino!"

"Fine, you've brainwashed miss Liu, but where's my master? Where have you hidden her?"

As Yino gained the upper hand, Xumo grew more impatient.

He neither understood what Yino and Chen Wenhua were discussing, nor did he trust anyone present anymore. Both Yino and these righteous sect elders were all from the Wuji Sect - they looked like a pack of wolves working together!

Otherwise, why would everyone - Ruoning, Wenhua, all of them - actively help Yino twist black into white when he was clearly telling the truth?

At this point, Xumo didn't even care about uncovering the truth anymore.

He just wanted his master back. That white fox in the ring had been his source of strength through every challenge. Without his master's guidance, Xumo felt blind - even if he returned to the Liuli Sect, he wouldn't know what to do.

Ch 232 -The fox demons are like a puppy. If you touch their back, they will crotch their tail.