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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:- pbcRgDx2Vc]

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[Blood Of Fallen] [7]

"...So what happened between you two?"

With my arms folded, I asked, glancing at Oliver and Aaliyah, who stood awkwardly yet close to each other.

The morning light filtered through the heavy clouds covering the sun.

The group of students from the Pargoina Empire stood by the main door of the hotel, waiting for the bus to arrive.

They were all dressed in fancy attire, unlike me, who was in more casual clothes.

"Nothing new," Oliver replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Everything is the same."

I narrowed my eyes, sensing the clear lies in his words, but I didn't call him out. "Is that so?"

They both nodded awkwardly before glancing at each other.

"Azariah."

I looked back at the sound of my name, only to find a white-haired girl standing behind me.

"Something I can help you with?" I asked calmly, turning around to face her.

"Where is Christina?" she questioned, looking around and not finding her anywhere.