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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:- MBWUhsk2H7]

Noob6_writer9 · Fantasy
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98 Chs

[Oracle of Past] [8] [Back in the academy]

"Remember me, senior Christina."

But she quickly shifted her view as a boy with brown hair stood in front of her with a bright smile.

The first thing Christina did was take a step back to create some distance from him before she looked at his face.

"...You have grown up, haven't you?" she asked, noticing the familiar features.

"...I have." Ethan's smile widened as he confirmed that she did remember him, "...it's been years since I last saw you."

"...Yeah." Christina replied nonchalantly before she started to walk, "....And I never found anything related to that artifact."

"...I see." Ethan replied, walking beside her, "...I was trying to talk with you for the last week—."

"...It's fine." Interjecting him, she remarked, "....you don't have to continue being friendly with me just because we met a few times."

Ethan's face twitched slightly before he gave a sad smile, whispering softly,