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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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317 Chs

[Blood Of Fallen] [Prelude]

"...So, this is our team?"

As I gazed at the group standing at the academy gate, I mumbled to myself, observing them.

"Looks like it," Oliver, standing beside me, mumbled while munching on a chicken lollipop.

I shifted my gaze towards him and asked, "You sure about this?"

He shrugged. "I'm fine now. Don't treat me like a patient."

"Azariah!" I turned around, looking at the boy with light blonde hair who called out to me.

"What?" I asked, tilting my head.

Keegan walked closer, eyes glaring at me. "Do not try to mess up. It's an officia—"

"Shut up, you fucking simp," I spat, interjecting sharply. "Do you think I care about your official shit?"

His glare intensified as he walked closer. "Are you looking for a fight?"

"No." I scoffed, as if I'd heard the most absurd thing. "Not with someone like you."

"You—"

"Alright, enough." Oliver stepped between us, looking at both of us. "For once, behave."

"Tch."