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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]

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Inder Sephtis[4]

A gentle breeze passed through, leaves rustling softly.

The setting sun's gentle evening light was dampened by moving clouds.

The place remained silent, with only a few people standing, a sense of calmness masking the inner turmoil they felt.

The breeze moved again, fluttering the hair of a purple-haired boy sitting under a tree, his face lowered into his hands.

He lifted his face, blue eyes wandering over the rows of graves that spread throughout the field.

Some were old enough to have weeds growing around them, while the newer graves had soil still settling.

But his gaze froze on a girl sitting beside a grave—newer than any other.

She wore a simple black dress, her blue hair messed up and falling down her shoulders.

Her eyes were red-rimmed and hollow, having no tears left to shed, grief clear on her beautiful yet shrunken face, hand clasping a white lily.