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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 the delays last months, The third story prepration took more time than i expected, i prepared all the chapters for this months so there will be no delays, Thanks again for your Support and enjoy :

Gotta say, raising a sensible girl from a young age sure makes her easy to coax.

Yino simply chatted with Yunjin for a bit, pinched her cheek, and shifted the topic to Lily's future. Yunjin's tearful little face instantly lit up with hope again. She was much more sensible than some pampered young miss from the Liu Grand Tutor's mansion.

Back in the day, when Ruoning got angry and cried, Yino really had to beg and plead to coax her. Whenever this little girl cried, all the elders in the family would assume Yino was bullying her.

After a while, Ruoning developed a bad habit.

Ch 235 - Giving my brother a white flower!I