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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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[Island Of Drath] [21] [Sorrow and Angel]

The rain stopped.

The heavy clouds covering the sky dispersed, giving way for the moon to shine on the island.

Its light illuminated the entirety of the island, now covered with a layer of mist.

The sounds of animals filled the place, their voices echoing rhythmically.

But something else also filled the air of the island.

...The distinct smell of death and decay.

The rain dampened most of it, but it was still clear.

Someone di—.

A lot of them died.

And that took a long time to sink into Lauryn's mind.

That she... was the one who killed them.

...Her stupidity and naivety killed them.

Looking around the thick forest, dampened by the sounds of different beasts, she could faintly hear the cries of people, begging for help.

"...No." She trembled violently, her hands reaching out to cover her ears from the screams.

There was no life in her eyes—they felt dead.