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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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Nathan Fasir.

Tic Toc

Tic Toc.

In the silence of the room, the sound of the clock ticking echoed, mixed with the tapping of my fingers on the armrest of the chair I was sitting on.

...And, in front of me, on the opposite side of the desk, sat a tall old man with greying hair and a stern yet kind face.

Nathan Fasir, the strongest Overlord in the Empire and the principal of Pargoina Academy.

He was reviewing a file while glancing at me from over his glasses from time to time.

...The room was spacious yet filled with many things.

Shelves lined with books on education and various accolades from the school's history adorned the walls.

The desk, positioned near the window, allowed sunlight to stream in, casting a warm glow on the green leather chair in which the principal sat.