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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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[Island Of Drath] [25] [Breakdown]

"I hate lessers," Sypha mumbled with a smile as she looked at the man in agony.

Kurt fell back on the ground, his gaze trembling violently as he felt familiarity.

"H-highblood?" His broken voice echoed, his body crawling back instinctively.

His left hand moved to block the blood leaking from his other hand.

Sypha's smile never wavered as she looked down at him, blood dripping from her hand.

"Let's see, blue-skinned, huh?" As her gaze bored into him, she mumbled, "Are you related to Demiurge?"

Kurt slowly stood up, his legs trembling as he did.

Sypha tilted her head in confusion while looking at him, her lips parted, "...A lesser trying to stand up in front of me, huh?"

His scalp turned numb at her words, his body instinctively trying to move away from her.

But he steeled his heart as he firmly held his ground.

With a swift movement, he twisted his wrist, dagger aimed at her throat.

"Tch."