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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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[Club House Competition] [7]

"We have our winners!!"

Nobody expected the match to end in such a way, the crowd remained silent for a while just looking blankly at the silver-haired girl.

"10 points for team red!!"

Only when the announcer's voice echoed did the crowd cheer for them.

"Tch."

Clicking his tongue, Shyamal glanced at Azariah one last time before walking back towards her team.

Azariah also took a moment to quietly look at her departing figure before walking behind.

"Damn, she is strong."

Within the resting room of team green, a handsome boy with obsidian hair matching his eyes mumbled, looking out of the glass wall.

"Her last attack." His gaze shifted towards Arianell as she mumbled, "That was equivalent to that of 5th Primeval."

"She is the same rank as you, right?" Frowning, Oliver asked.

"4th? Yes." Nodding, Arianell replied.