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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:- MBWUhsk2H7]

Noob6_writer9 · Fantasi
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98 Chs

[Weapon Selection] [4]

Clang!!

As Azariah swung his hammer, Tristan reacted swiftly, blocking it with his sword.

The impact of the clash bounced his sword back, and he quickly created distance between them.

"You are the first to use a weapon, Azariah!" Grinning, he said as he drew his sword out of its sheath.

Azariah didn't reply as he looked around him. Only a few students were present, but it was clear from their gazes that they would not interfere.

Oliver wasn't close to them, nor were the others who had the authority or guts to intervene.

"So, I can go all out, huh?" Azariah mumbled, shifting his gaze towards Tristan.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to break that fac—."

Ignoring his ranting, Azariah dashed towards him without hesitation.

All he needed was to narrow the distance between them, unleashing the full potential of his new weapon.

And knowing this full well, Tristan was ready.