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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 yestrda's chapter, another one will be updated today.

From Yuyan's perspective, Yino was called over by Ruoning, and they initially conversed normally. As their discussion deepened, they both instinctively lowered their voices, whispering in tones just beyond Yuyan's hearing.

Later, Yuyan noticed both of their faces turning red, with Ruoning making the first move.

First, Ruoning kissed his cheek. When Yino involuntarily embraced her waist, she then kissed his lips right in front of Yuyan and the other onlookers.

Yuyan stood there, speechless, feeling entirely superfluous. She recalled how before the secret realm's opening, she had thought Ruoning was just an attention-seeking little brat.

Now, it seemed she was the clown—merely an outsider who had known Yino for only three or four months, compared to their decade-long childhood connection that was just another playful moment.

Ch 247 - Okay, okay, you're asking for it.