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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

Wait, this... is this the Azure Heart?!

It's not, I can't believe this thing can be taken alive from the Guardian Spirit!

Yino looked at the white flower in the Tree Spirit girl's hand with a look of incredulity on his face, as if he had seen someone hand over their own heart during broad daylight.

Although Lily's smile radiated warmth and sunshine, for some reason the scene still seemed eerie in Yino's eyes. He swallow weakly and carefully took the blooming white flower from her.

This was indeed the real Azure Heart. In the game, after the ancient tree demon went berserk, if players could survive a while in the demonic disaster in the Demon Abyss, elders from the righteous path would come and suppress the ancient tree demon together.

And during this time, our protagonist was not just an observer either.

Ch 237 - Precious Things