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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

This is getting more and more mortifying...

I wanted to comfort Yino, but after Ruoning's interruption, I can't think of a single advantage I have over her besides this seductive body!

The more Yuyan thought about it, the more she felt trapped in a mental dead end. She could only silently sigh while hugging her chest.

But just as she was lost in these gloomy thoughts, Yino had already left her side to speak with Ruoning—

"Alright, alright, don't be angry. Look how late it is - it's already dark. You should head back to Jiangnan and rest well. Once I'm done with things here, I'll come visit you."

Yino spoke gently, putting an arm around Ruoning's shoulders to comfort her.

Since they weren't standing far away, Yuyan could hear everything clearly just by paying attention.

Honestly, watching Yino sweet-talk Ruoning left a sour taste in Yuyan's mouth.

Ch 245 - I'm not interested in black stockings, I mainly appreciate Senios Sister's inner beauty II