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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

Sorry for the delay :( i had a flue and it was kinda strong.

But DW. i will publish all the missing chapters with extras :3.

"Then why? You used to let me handle all these chores before, Senior Sister..."

"Now that I can't cultivate anymore, my biggest use on Ranmo Peak is just helping Senior Sister with housework..."

Yino said listlessly, his eyes carrying hints of inferiority.

Yuyan couldn't bear to see his pitiful expression. Her conscience ached - it was actually her own overflowing that had soiled the sheets, yet here she was falsely accusing Yino and making him feel inferior.

"Yino, if you really want to wash them, then go ahead... Now do you believe Senior Sister isn't disgusted with you?"

Yuyan finally gave in to Yino, forcing herself to agree despite her inner shame.

Ch 255 - Hidden Motives, Nothing Happened ii