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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]

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[Christina] [1]

"Huff...Huff..."

The sound of my heavy breathing resonated throughout the training ground as I stood in the middle, a bright red Katana gripped tightly around my waist.

Every single muscle in my body felt stiff, and an agonizing pain speared through me.

"....Have you rested enough?" Lauryn's voice cut through the air.

I looked up to see her standing a distance away, her hair tied back in a ponytail.

She wore a black t-shirt and matching leggings, her arms crossed.

"Argh...Yeah,"

I replied after a brief pause, strengthening my back.

I shifted my grip on the Katana, bringing my right hand underneath the hilt, while my left thumb rested on the Katana's ring.

Nodding, Lauryn flexed her muscles, preparing for our next round.

I tensed my muscles, my right hand glowing with a hue of silver, and then, in an instant, Lauryn disappeared from my sight.