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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

Inder Sephtis [2]

A deathly silence blanketed the area, broken only by the occasional caw of a vulture and the distant howling of the wind.

Dark silhouettes dotted the sky, circling ominously over the thousands of lifeless forms scattered across the ground.

Buildings collapsed with civilians still inside, the rumbling echoing before they fell in on themselves.

Screams of horror and utter terror echoed from time to time from those who survived the massacre.

Their physical features—slightly elongated ears, pale skin, and long horns adorning their heads—a far cry from what a human should look like.

But their screams died down quickly as death came upon them as well...

Some of those who wanted to live at any cost fell to their knees, begging for their lives from the Gods they worshiped....

But their prayers remained unheard as no God sent help for them....