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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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272 Chs

[Festival Of Love] [1] [Old Relation]

"Well, it's such a pain."

I grumbled as I looked around the place, my eyes squinting to adjust to the light.

A bright board with a delicate design illuminated the path to enter the place, the sun already close to setting.

A name was engraved on it that glowed with crimson, with a heart shape made on the side.

"Festival Of Love," I mumbled to myself, reading the name, "What a cringe name."

[It's not bad.]

'It is for me,' I replied as I walked inside the place.

[Stop being so moody all the time.]

'I am not moody.'

[You are.]

'I am not.'

[Then just for today, be happy without complaining about anything.]

'...'

I turned silent as I looked around the place.

It was packed with people, mostly upper-class commoners who had permission to enter.

They all looked happy, some roaming around with friends and some with their girlfriends.