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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

Yuyan felt the tender moment between her and Yino being shattered.

Looking back, she saw a green-haired girl standing there, her hair disheveled in the wind. Those stunningly beautiful yet cold azure eyes were fixed intently on the white-robed youth in Yuyan's arms.

Without realizing it, under Ruoning's piercing gaze, Yuyan unconsciously tightened her grip on Yino's hand.

Though young, those eyes belonged to a tigress. Yuyan felt like Ruoning could devour Yino whole at any moment - which perfectly matched how she'd acted before the secret realm opened.

Yuyan wanted to snap back, but the words died on her lips. She realized anything she said would be inappropriate.

First off, she was just Yino's senior sister.

Secondly, though Ruoning's tone was harsh, she was fundamentally worried about Yino being ostracized at Wuji Sect if he lost his cultivation. Her intentions were ultimately for his benefit.

Ch 244 - I'm not interested in black stockings, I mainly appreciate Senios Sister's inner beauty I