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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]

Noob6_writer9 · Fantasi
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[Blood Of Fallen] [9]

"....."

I looked blankly at the ceiling of the hotel room. The night lamp flickered on and off as I kept pushing the button.

My body sank deep within the bed, lying comfortably.

A full day had passed since I met that weird man named Sam.

A new morning had arrived, but I kept myself holed up in the room, lacking the strength to walk out.

"....What was that?" I mumbled to myself, feeling increasingly tired.

No matter how much I tried to understand what had happened to me, I just couldn't.

At that time I felt like my chest was burning, and a voice kept echoing in my mind.

A voice that felt distant yet close.

A voice I didn't recognize but felt like I should.

But the more I looked at that portrait, the more it gave me a familiar sense of déjà vu from the depths of my memories.

"What was that?"

I asked again, but not to myself, rather to El.

[...I don't know. I can't see what's going on in your mind.]