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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

The negotiations between Yino and Wenhua proceeded smoothly.

After all, there wasn't any real conflict of interest between the two—just a bit of basic social maneuvering. For Yino, it was hardly troublesome. When you don't know the truth, the powerful treat you like a fool, feeding you lies. But once you do learn the truth, those same powerful figures will proactively pull you into their circle to maintain the illusion.

In a way, it reminded Yino of Yuebai's own accounts—back then, the legendary celestial master seemed to operate on this same logic.

No matter how shoddy or patched up the reality was, as long as the system kept running, that was all that mattered. This was the essence of a makeshift operation.

"Speaking of which, after you quelled the ancient tree spirit's rage back then—"

Now that the situation had calmed, Wenhua returned to more pressing matters.

Ch 234 - Lily just wants to be like the little deer too