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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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"It's about Ethan," Christina said, her expression serious as she looked at me.

"What about him?" I asked calmly, walking toward a bench.

I needed a place to rest—my back still hurt like hell whenever I moved.

I sat down, and Christina followed, sitting right beside me.

"The church members came to meet him," she whispered softly, and my expression hardened at her words.

"Specifically, Lady Irisveil came just after he returned from Ekari Kingdom."

"...Why?" I asked, feigning calmness, though inside I was anything but calm.

"I don't know," she replied, shaking her head, her eyes dropping to her hands. "Even my father doesn't know."

"...I see," I whispered, leaning back against the bench, glancing at the evening sky.

"The church has asked the royals to keep him safe at any cost," Christina mumbled, leaning her body on me, her head snugly placed on my shoulder.

"What happened to Olesia?" I asked as I remembered that girl.