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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]

Noob6_writer9 · 奇幻
分數不夠
267 Chs

[Weapon Selection] [5]

"Urgh..."

As my eyes fluttered open, a groan escaped my mouth, confusion itching in my mind as I massaged my temples.

'El?'

[Yeah.]

'I lost control.'

[You did.]

'...And I beat him up brutally.'

Focusing my gaze, I looked at Tristan, who was being taken away on a stretcher by staff members.

An oxygen mask covered his face, while a nurse attempted to stop the bleeding on his wounded shoulder.

The students were scattered around him, including Oliver, Ashlyn, Arianell, and Shyamal.

I didn't know if it was intentional or not, but the axe had lodged into his dominant hand's shoulder, and I was quite sure he would have a hard time using a sword for quite some time, if not for his entire life.

'Crazy bastard.'

I thought as I stood up.

All eyes turned to me as I walked towards the exit.

"I thought he was weak."

"Yeah, maybe he took some type of drug."

"Lunatic, nearly killing someone."