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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 · ファンタジー
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[Weapon Selection] [End]

In a dimly lit, empty, close room, I sat alone on a chair, rubbing my sweaty hands nervously.

My gaze was fixed on the materialized hologram across the table, its pale blue light casting a small glow on the empty surface.

Within the hologram, an image of my mother appeared, her features flickering slightly in the holographic light, but her silver hair and emotionless grey eyes were easily noticeable.

It had been more than five minutes since her hologram appeared, and for the whole time, she had been ignoring me, focusing on her work as if I were not worth her time.

"Mother," I breathed, having waited long enough. My voice was barely above a whisper.

"....How many days has it been since you arrived at the academy?" She asked without looking at me, her voice as emotionless as always.

"Six... days," I replied, my leg tapping anxiously on the ground as I struggled to contain my nervousness.