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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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[Hollow Town] [11] [Demigod v/s Demigod]

"What happened?"

As soon as Azariah entered the town, Arianell asked, waiting for him at the entrance.

"Nothing," Azariah replied as he entered the town, followed by her. "Where is Aimar?"

"He is guarding the orphanage," she replied as they moved. "Are you alright? You're sweating a lot."

Azariah turned to look at her. He could clearly see concern in her eyes.

"Why do you even care for me?" he whispered softly as he walked.

"....."

She didn't reply but just quietly looked at him.

Her mind swirled with many thoughts, but she couldn't convey them.

All she could do was look at him.

"Nobody cares about you," she grumbled softly, slapping his arm.

"Well, you are wrong," Azariah replied with a light shrug, rubbing his arm. "...A lot of people care about me."

"...I see," she whispered as they arrived at the orphanage.

Aimar stood at the entrance, leaning against the wall while looking at them.