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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 · Fantasi
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Sylvania [3]

"Shyamal?"

I frowned, looking at her in the academic uniform, sitting alone on the bench.

Her sliver hair fell freely behind her as she kept staring at me, a cup of coffee in her hand as she sipped from it.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, calming myself down.

"They called me out," she replied, and I nodded my head in response.

So she is one of the students that Nathan was talking about.

"Why were you shouting?" she asked, her gaze never leaving me.

"I felt like shouting," I replied, shrugging, not explaining further.

"Why? Does it feel good shouting like an idiot?" she nagged, standing up and coming down.

"Well, it's better than hanging around with imaginary friends," I snickered, making her walk faster.

"What did you say?" she scoffed, glaring at me.

"I said, make some friends," I replied, cocking my head close to her, my eyes narrowed. "Loner."

[Now, why are you picking a fight with her?]