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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

With her innate Frost Holy Physique, Yuyan's body was usually ice-cold and rarely sweated, but now she discovered the yang energy in Yino's body far surpassed her own yin energy.

Earlier when cultivating with Yino, Yuyan had worked up a heavy sweat.

Later when Yino gave her massages, Yuyan often felt her body grow warm, his palms like hot water bottles heating wherever they touched.

With Yino constantly embracing her abdomen, Yuyan naturally felt her belly growing warm.

Knowing Yino was just having a nightmare, Yuyan didn't struggle free from his embrace.

Actually, this warmth felt quite comfortable for the perpetually cold Yuyan. As her body remained in this heated, tipsy state, Yuyan gradually felt her consciousness growing hazy as drowsiness washed over her.

She felt Yino was like a little heater, pressed against her body providing warmth.

Ch 252 - Stay Calm, This is Normal!