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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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315 Chs

[Island Of Drath] [6]

Moisture dripped from the ancient cave, splashing into small pools by my feet.

I walked further inside the cave while Nella followed behind me with an arrow nudged on her bow.

"Are you sure you can fight with that weapon?" I asked, glancing back to catch a glimpse of her reaction.

Oddly enough, she didn't show any surprise, as I had expected from her.

"I am as good with a bow as I am with a sword," she boasted, chin held high in pride.

I nodded gently, believing her words.

She had been talented with multiple weapons from a young age, so I wasn't really opposed to the idea of her being good with a bow.

"Hmm?"

I looked down, feeling something blocking my path, and lowered the torch.

A desiccated corpse lay at my feet, its jaw twisted in agony, the purple skin dried up and hardened like an old raisin.

I stepped around the corpse, my fingers wrapped around the hilt of my katana.