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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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316 Chs

[Island Of Drath] [28] [End]

High above the clouds, the floating castle hung in the sky.

Its tall, sharp towers pierced the clouds, each one glistening in the sunlight.

The entire structure floated, with bridges and archways connecting different parts of the castle, all suspended in midair.

The walls were smooth and shining, made of a material that caught the light like glass. Long, graceful spires stretched upward.

Around it, the soft clouds drifted lazily, hiding the lower parts of the structure.

Within the castle, a large hallway stretched, supported by pillars that glowed softly.

And at the center of the hallway was a beautiful purple throne, and a purple crown lay on it.

The crown looked normal with no mana radiating from it, unlike the whole castle brimming with mana.

It's been like this for time uncounted, waiting for the one who can be worthy of it.

The crown moved slightly as someone entered the castle.