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Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Living a normal life is boring, but I was happy with what I had. Even when I spent most of my life in regret and misery, I lived because I had someone that I loved dearly. And that said someone took my life... But fate had different plans for me... As if death wasn't enough for me. As if the gods were mocking me. I got reincarnated into a hardcore romance game that I used to play. That too when the prequel game that I played the most ended twenty-five years ago. A game where death is everyone's mistress. A game that people either liked or hated too much. Now reincarnated into the body of the Villainess's son. I became someone that I hated the most... "Hahaha..." I laughed at my own misery. As if that too wasn't enough, I also became the slave of someone else's desires. Now, one might say a mother is a mother even if the world sees her as a Villainess. But what if your mother is the very incarnation of evil? That your mother is the hurdle that you have to overcome? What if your mother is the very reason you might die? Gentleness and love are the last things one could expect from her. "Hahaha..." Again, a hollow laugh escaped my lips as the realization dawned on me. That I have been... Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son... =============================== [Discord link:- https://discord.gg/5Vgw4JCrBW]

Noob6_writer9 · Fantasy
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316 Chs

[Blood Of Fallen] [17] [Ethan's Side]

"And this is the monolith where we have the list of all the people who died during the last all-out war."

In the afternoon of a sunny day, a group of students followed a man wearing a guide's uniform and holding a notebook in his hand.

With greying hair, he was in his mid-fifties, showing a tall monolith filled with names written on it.

"It was made fifty years ago," the man explained, showing the monolith, "to remember all those who died for our people."

The man turned around, facing the students standing in front of it. "They were the people your ancestors killed."

"So, it's basically a scoreboard?" Aimar, standing at the end of the group, mumbled, his voice low but loud enough for all to hear.

"..."

The man looked at him dumbfounded before anger blazed in his eyes.

"Aimar," Lauryn, standing right behind them, called, her voice chilling.

"Yes, ma'am," Aimar replied, turning back to look at her.