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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
184 Chs

[Brightest Star] [Prelude]

The red sun balances, setting down, and in its waning light, the buildings appear to be ablaze.

A warm breeze blows down from the sun and fans through the roads—the roads on which I was riding my bike at full speed.

The two-way lane, which should have been filled with people, was now empty, with only a few moving vehicles.

The engine roared again as I cut through the few cars.

The lane narrowed as I reached the eastern part of the capital city.

Now, in the gold-and-crimson sunset, a medium-sized building came into view.

Slowing down the bike, I glanced around.

A group of bystanders was already present in front of the main gate, trying to peek inside.

Their murmurs were quiet, but the sheer number of people made it seem loud.

Looking around, I noticed something else.

'...Guards.'

I thought, recognizing the two distinct cars with the royal family insignia engraved on them.