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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:- pbcRgDx2Vc]

Noob6_writer9 · Fantasy
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263 Chs

[Island Of Drath] [11] [Azariah vs Shyamal]

"S-Shyamal."

Confusion, dread, frustration, and concern hammered my head.

My chest immediately clenched, a wave of panic rose deep from my heart.

...Even though I didn't want to accept it.

It was already happening.

She was awakening again.

Taking deep breaths, I tried to calm my trembling heart.

"Hey, Shyamal," I whispered softly.

We locked gazes for a second; her body blurred.

The world around me slowed down, the sharp, curvy edge of her scythe now inches away from my neck.

CLANG!!!

My hand trembled as I parried her scythe away.

I tightened the grip on my katana, my eyes couldn't move away from her piercing crimson glare.

"Shyamal—!"

My words froze as she twisted her body, spinning her scythe, gaining momentum again.

I stepped forward within its range, using my hand as a shield. I blocked the snath part of her scythe.