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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 · Fantasia
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184 Chs

[Brightest Star] [3]

"For wha—?"

Ashlyn's words abruptly halted as a silvery hue lashed toward her.

CLANG!!

My hands raised along with my katana, its sheath blocking the blade thrown at her.

"Stay focused," I whispered softly, my eyes looking forward.

A man dressed in black, trying to conceal his presence in the dark, rushed toward us.

His hands raised toward me, fingers firmly holding onto a blade.

I bent my knees, empowering my legs with mana, and moved in a single, near-instant burst to the man's side.

My free hand wrapped around his extended wrist, and I pushed outward with Ruah in a rippling wave that slammed into every cell in his hand all at once.

The excessive life energy made his hand start to disfigure, bloating before bursting like a balloon.

"ARGHHH!!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs, I slipped one of my legs behind him.