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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:- https://discord.gg/5Vgw4JCrBW]

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[Hollow Town] [9] [Ritual]

In front of me stood a living Redom...

...With no skin on its body.

I drew in a deep breath as the Redom let out a painful cry.

Its body distorted, blood dripping down from its form to the ground below.

I turned as I heard Arianell gasp, walking closer to me.

The distinct smell of blood suppressed every other scent in the forest.

"Why didn't we see it?" Arianell whispered softly, grabbing onto my wrist.

I didn't reply but looked at the beast closely.

Around its hind legs, it was bound by the branches of the surrounding trees, hovering just above the ground.

The dripping blood was collected in a small incline carved into the ground, slowly sliding deeper into the forest.

I glanced at the pitiful beast one last time before I turned around.

"A-Azariah?" Arianell quietly called, grabbing my hand.

"We can't do anything about it," I replied, looking at her seriously. "There's no point in saving it."