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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

"Don't be so anxious! Wangxue, we are the best friends in the world! What's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine... So, these little stones, whoever has them, has them, right?"

Having been taught countless lessons from her naivety, the strand of silly hair on Wangxue's head had evolved into an antenna that could accurately sense her master's bad intentions.

Now, just by Yino opening his mouth, Wangxue knew that her stingy master was up to something again!

"Yino, you're definitely going to embezzle my stuff again! Last time, I didn't know the prices of your human things, and you took all the treasures we got in Snow village and embezzled them as gifts!"

Wangxue got angrier as she spoke, puffing up her small face, and grabbed Yino's clothes tightly with her other hand.

Yino couldn't win against her, and with Ruoning and Yunjin by his side, it was embarrassing to have Wangxue expose him like this.

Ch 239 - Senior Sister, please don't get mad at what I'm about to say, okay?