haytham_

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

Another chapter will be posted soon.

"The young master seems to have defeated a Holy Maiden from the Full Moon Sect, proving the effectiveness of the medicinal pills you invested in him!"

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

As the sunset painted the sky, the Green-haired girl blinked, her clear and warm eyes fixed directly on Yino.

Ruoning's recent words had touched Yino's heart deeply.

Truthfully, since his rebirth, very few people could move Yino's heart—except for his aunt. But Ruoning had succeeded.

Perhaps due to their childhood connection, Yino felt her eyes held a special tenderness—a charm he'd never discovered before, with an irresistible allure.

"You're only feeling so moved because you initially thought I'd be afraid of you because of your demonic arts!"

Ch 246 - Young people nowadays!