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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]

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Runic body [1]

"Hmm, perfect,"

I mumbled as I played the song "Lonesome Blue" by the singer Echo on the speaker.

As I walked back, the music began to fill the room, its melodic sound moving around me like a warm embrace.

The soft notes danced in the air, casting a spell of peacefulness over the space.

I closed my eyes, allowing the music to wash over me before opening them again.

"I am ready, El," I mumbled as I started to unbutton my shirt.

[...Are you sure you want to play the music in the background?]

"What's wrong with that? It's not like we're going to carve the rune on my body from the get-go," I replied as I placed my shirt on the bed and began to remove all the bandages covering my body.

[...You really like her song.]

El commented as I hummed along with the lyrics.

"Azariah... Haaah... liked her song, and for some reason, I liked it too," I replied as I took off the bandage covering my ribs.

[...Are you fine?]

I halted my movements before continuing, "Never been better."

[Control your breathing then, it's like you are about to have a panic attack.]

I closed my eyes again as I took deep breaths to clear my head.

"...I don't have a sense of self, El," I mumbled as I sat on the floor, leaning against the bed. "I don't know when I will lose myself."

[...Stop thinking too much about it.]

"....You don't understand," I grumbled as I massaged my temples. "I don't know who I am. Am I Azariah or am I Inder?"

[The more you think about it, the more you'll feel depressed.]

"...Yeah, we have better things to do," I mumbled as I collected myself, then looked at the items spread out in front of me.

[How much time do we have?]

"Twelve days," I replied as I picked up a pen-like object. "I booked the hotel room for eleven days, and I need to buy all the items I'll need for the academy."

[Do you have to go to the academy?]

"Trust me, buddy, I don't want to go either," I replied with a sigh. "I don't have any other choice."

[... Because of your mother?]

"Yeah, the closer I am to her, the higher my chances of dying increase," I replied with a light chuckle. "Well, it's not like the academy is any safer."

[.....But you will have time—]

"Time to get stronger," I replied as I placed the pen-like object back. "Now, stop the chit-chat and tell me what we need to do."

[Let's start with the basics, shall we?]

"Go on."

[Tell me, how does mana make one stronger?]

"People in this world inhale mana like oxygen through their lungs, and then that mana is transported throughout the body with blood, making them stronger," I replied, drawing from what I know of Azariah's fragmented memories.

[...True, but going by this logic, even a farmer can be a king, no?]

"No," I replied, shaking my head. "Mana gathers in the body, but it also disperses from the body. It all depends on the potential of the body."

[Then why is your body not accepting mana?]

"I... I don't know," I replied, shaking my head, as even in the game there wasn't any mention about what my condition was.

[Hmm, we'll talk about that later. For now, let's focus on the runes.]

"Hmm," I hummed in reply as I picked up the jar with a bluish liquid.

[How do the runes work in the game of yours?]

"By forcibly engraving them on the skin and blood vessels beneath, forcing mana into the bloodstream," I replied, recalling how it worked.

[...The most brutal but most efficient way to increase one's rank.]

"Yeah, not to mention it's incredibly painful... forcing mana into the body," I replied, recalling the agony Azariah endured in the game.

[Well, the first rune we need to carve into your body is the Inguz rune.]

As El began speaking, I picked up a pen and a notebook, ready to jot down any important information.

[The Inguz rune is the most basic rune, which works like a vacuum, sucking mana from the environment and gathering it in one place.]

"But won't that harm my body if it's all gathered in one place?" I asked, noting his words down.

[No, the runes will be engraved throughout your entire body, distributing its effect.]

"Hmm, but if it's that effective, why don't more people use it?" I mused, nodding my head before asking.

"Even though it's painful, I'm sure there are plenty of madman who would endure it for power."

[... Everyone's body absorbs mana to the best of its capability, and adding runes would only damage their bodies. Except for you, no one else can use it.]

"Because of my mana exhaustion condition?" I nodded, understanding.

[Yes.]

"So, let's get to the main point then," I said as I placed the notebook down. "How are you planning to make it painless for me?"

[...It's a lot easier than you think.]

"And what is that?" I asked, pressing further.

[...You just need to carve the rune on the source.]

"....No," after a long pause, I replied, shaking my head.

"...It's not what I'm thinking, right?"

[....It is what you are thinking.]

"Are you fucking nuts?" I shouted as I stood up. "You are asking me to carve the runes into my fucking bones or what!?"

[...Think of it Azariah it's the most—.]

"No! No! You think of me first!" I shouted, interjecting his words.

"It's already painful enough to carve them on the skin, and you are asking me to carve them on the bones! BONES!"

[It will hurt only once.]

"And it will hurt like hell!" I grabbed my hair as I stumbled on the bed, "FUCK, I shouldn't have put my hopes in a fucking voice."

[It's up to you, Azariah. Either you can endure pain for a lifetime or just this once.]

"...."

I closed my eyes as I listened to the music playing in the background.

Her voice was the only thing that helped me calm down a little.

"Argh, what am I supposed to do now?" I mumbled as I placed my hand on my face.

I don't have time to think of any other plans, and I can't move out of the continent.

And if I remain weak, I will die, either in the academy or in the hands of my mother...

...Things I need to do just to live.

"Sigh..."

With a sigh, I stood up and sat on the floor again.

"Tell me what I need to do," I whispered as I picked up the pen-like object, which was a runic pen.

[Fill the runic pen with liquid mana.]

I did as he told me, taking the jar of bluish liquid and carefully filling the pen.

This small jar cost a fucking million.

[....Are you sure you want to directly do it on your body?]

"Just tell me what to do," I replied as I looked at the needle at the tip of the pen.

And looking at the sharp tip, I started having second thoughts.

[....It will take a lot of time, but first start with the bones on the forearm.]

Taking a deep breath, I clenched my fist of my left arm, placing it on my thigh.

I barely have any muscle in my body so I can clearly see my bones sticking to my skin.

[You need to engrave Inguz runes into the bone following a specific pattern—]

"Wait a minute," I said as I picked my shirt up and folded it a few times before stuffing it in my mouth.

[....take it slow, Azariah, don't force yourself.]

I nodded in reply, clenching my jaw.

[...Then, start.]

Taking a deep breath, I brought the pen closer to my hand as its needle-like tip started to penetrate my body.

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