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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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[Island Of Drath] [23] [Sypha Or...]

Her lips parted as she chriped, "How have you been, young master?"

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

Azariah's body trembled violently, his face contorted with anger, his voice echoing throughout the forest.

"Aww, you don't remember me?" Sypha asked, her voice gleaming with amusement. "That makes me sad, young master."

Aimar slowly crawled back, away from Aaliyah's dead body.

He blankly looked at the tall woman who strode towards them.

Sypha took out another knife and played with it, her cheerful voice echoed, "Well, including her, two died, and two more to go."

Azariah's face turned pale at her words, his body moved instinctively to stand in front of Aimar.

"...Who are you?" he growled at her, drawing his katana.

Aimar stood up as well, with Keegan tightening his grip on his sword.

Sypha tilted her head, her smile never wavering, "...We will talk properly later on, young master. For now, let me kill hi—."