A Cannon Fodder with Four Secret Identities

The company went bankrupt, the boss ran off, and I never got paid for diligently playing cannon fodder in three books. The only 200 yuan I had was snatched by the fleeing boss on his way out.

When I went into the office, it was completely empty. Everything had been cleared out overnight, except for a novel that had been propping up a table leg, lying all by itself on the floor.

So I lay down, too.

After accidentally transmigrating into this book, I somehow became the chief disciple of the Lingyuan Sword Sect, the second-in-command of the Hehuan Sect, the fifth elder of the Siyue Villa, and the heir to the Shaxue Valley... Who knew I was a real master of time management?

My profligate master told me to look after the Lingyuan Sword Sect while he went down the mountain to buy some oranges. The moment he left, debt collectors surrounded the sect.

My long-suffering disciple suddenly started being nice to me. After I ate her pastries, my vision went black, and when I woke up, there were hardly any survivors left in the Hehuan Sect.

My sworn-enemy parents forced me to hand the Siyue Villa over to my spoiled, useless little brother and told me to protect him. But he abandoned the villa and ran away.

My ruthless sworn brother hid the fact that he was the master of an enemy valley and stayed close to me. In the end, he used me to take a blade for him and annexed the Shaxue Valley.

To my dismay, I discovered that no matter how many secret identities I had, I still couldn't escape the fate of a cannon-fodder character!!!

In keeping with the professional conduct of cannon fodder, I... decided to lie flat.

All right, to get home, I finally decided to follow the plot properly and give the protagonists a better experience. That way, once the plot-kill was complete, I could get out of the book.

But one day, the plot suddenly started going in an uncontrollable direction. These people who had treated me like a tool kept giving me strange looks filled with remorse and concern, saying things like, "Don't die."

Me, who had already taken on a bunch of promising disciples and was ready to reach the pinnacle of life: ??? (￣△￣;)

[Bonus Scene]

One day, the cream of the younger generation of the martial world gathered together. Every one of them was a heaven-blessed prodigy. Yet instead of sparring as soon as they met, they started bragging about their respective senior brothers, masters, older brothers, and lords...

Lin Jian: My senior brother is rich and generous, and his swordsmanship is the best.

Lu Yue: My master is kind and gentle, loves doing good deeds, and is handsome, too.

Liang Changnian: My older brother is the best at business, keeps his cool, and never yells at anyone.

Rong Yang: My lord is wise and resourceful, the smartest person in the world.

Lin Jian: The smartest person in the world? Then my senior brother is the best and most impressive person in the world.

The other three, in unison: My master/older brother/lord is the best and most impressive person in the world!!!

Lin Jian: Let's settle this with a contest!

The other three: Bring it on!!!

Qi Yuanmo, wearing all four secret identities: ...Huh? None of that matches me. They must be talking about someone else. (Looks away) (Pretends to be passing by)

○ Note: The main story is told in third person.

Theme: Everyone is the protagonist of their own life.