webnovel

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
Not enough ratings
316 Chs

[Island Of Drath] [2]

"Huff..."

A heavy sigh escaped from Aimar's lips as he gazed around the place where he stood.

"For fuck's sake, I had to be here of all places," he grumbled under his breath while looking down.

Half of his legs were submerged in mud, a sticky feeling crawling all over them.

"Sigh..."

Sighing heavily, he dragged his legs out, trying to move away from the muddy pond.

"....."

Looking around, he found himself in what felt like the abandoned backyard of someone's house.

But there was nothing left of the house except the rusty door and broken frame.

With some difficulty, he got out of the pond and used the wind around his legs to clean the mud sticking to them.

"...So I'm in the middle of the jungle," he grumbled under his breath while taking out his spear.

The sunlight barely pierced through the thick vines, covering the area with nothing but greenery.