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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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265 Chs

[Club House Competition] [4] [2V2]

"....So who is going first?"

Athela's voice echoed in our room just beside the open stadium, separated by only a wall of glass.

We sat on two different benches, with Shyamal sitting beside me.

And I sat far away from her.

The cheering of the audience was at an all-time high as they waited for the respective members to come out.

'..Five minutes.'

I mushed, glancing at the timer counting down on the display hovering above.

"...Are you guys coming forward, or should I make a team randomly?" Athela threatened, glaring at us, her red eyes filled with annoyance.

No one came forward as we sat quietly.

"...Okay then." She nodded her head aggressively after not getting any answer. "..Shyamal and Tristan, you guys go."

"No." Almost instantly, Shyamal rejected her. "I will not go with him."

"Why?" Frowning, Athela asked.