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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]

Noob6_writer9 · Fantaisie
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[Blood Of Fallen] [12]

The stars in the night twinkled above, a glorious blur in the dead dark sky.

A moon with a greenish hue illuminated the concrete bridge we walked on.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the pathway and making a soft crunching sound under our feet.

Daphne led the way, with students following behind her.

A few meters ahead, a bridge led toward a distant point where a tall, imposing tower stood.

This dark tower, with a flat top extending outwardly from its structure below, was firmly placed in the middle of the bridge and rose high into the sky, supporting the entire weight of the bridge.

A sound filtered through the area, a distant, constant hissing, like an angry cat. It grew louder as we approached the bridge.

A waterfall, huge and roaring, flowed from below on the left side of the bridge, its sound drowning out all other noise.

"Do you guys think Lumina is flat?"

My head snapped to my right as Oliver mumbled.