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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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317 Chs

[Island Of Drath] [1]

"Hmm?"

My eyes squinted subconsciously as they adjusted to the new environment.

Confusion etched itself on my face along with a deep line as I blinked my eyes back to normal.

Checking my watch, I saw it was past two o'clock.

The hazy afternoon sun was still overhead, filtering through the thick vines and casting an orange glow over the forest that covered the island.

"Fuck these different time zones." Grumbling under my breath, I looked around the place.

When I was at the academy, it wasn't even ten, and now, far away from there, time had passed, giving me only a few hours of sunlight.

I stood in front of some old building site, my back towards the sea, overlooking what would, once completed, be an outdoor pool.

But right now, it was a sorry-looking mess, crudely dug like a basin full of dirt.

"An abandoned island that was once home to someone," I mumbled, gazing over the building now covered with plants and trees.