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In his first life as 'Caine Wilson', was the villain—ruthless, cunning, and very powerful. 

He played his part perfectly, crushing the so-called "protagonist" and parading his enemies, their families, and anyone who crossed him naked through the streets. 

He watched with glee as the "hero" lay broken, stripped of his dignity, before finally ending his pitiful existence.

But just as Caine, thought he had finally won and secured his place at the top, 'Higher ups' intervened. 

A booming, ethereal voice—like the universe’s pissed-off judge—shook the skies:

"You have violated the sacred code of villainy! The villain shall not win. The balance has been broken. Caine Wilson, the world hereby rejects you!"

Before he could even enjoy his victory, his world blinked out, like a story whose writer just erased the last chapter in frustration.

Everything went dark.

And when he awoke, he wasn’t Caine Wilson anymore. 

He was 'Su Xiaobai', a nobody on 'White Cloud Star', a world of cultivation, martial arts, and endless struggle. 

But this time, things were different. 

He could feel it—he could see through the cracks of reality itself. 

He could break the fourth wall!

He wasn’t just some reincarnated soul; he was a villain who had 'seen the system', who understood the game. 

And he was about to flip it upside down.

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A/N: Buckle up, you miserable bunch! It’s a parody, so shut your brains off, toss 'em in the trash, and dive headfirst into this deep, glorious shithole! Don’t come whining to me when you laugh so hard you choke on your own damn tears!

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The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Su Xiaobai's reward from Emperor Tian Yu's cave.

The moment it appeared—The entire arena trembled.

The sword spirit of Bai Yujian's White Jade Sword—suddenly appeared on its own, staring at the golden pen in absolute disbelief.

Even a mere artifact spirit should have recognized the terrifying power of the Celestial Inscriber—or so they thought. But Yingying's expression wasn't one of shock at witnessing a divine artifact.

It was the look of someone who had just seen her dead husband rise from the coffin. Or a child whose long-lost father returned after twenty years carrying milk.

Before the stunned eyes of thousands—

Mysterious Peak Lord?