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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...

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Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

As little reasoning returned to Azariah's mind, he shouted, raising both his hands along with his weapon in defeat.

All of them were two years older, had more experience, and were higher in rank than him.

Not to mention the lack of mana he was facing and the problem he just had where he nearly died while his body became a mess.

No matter how Azariah saw his situation, it appeared bleak, with no chance of winning against them.

All fifteen of them stopped right in front of him, glancing back for the prince's instructions.

"Hey, fucking idiots, look at me!" Azariah once again shouted, capturing their attention.

"You think you can just walk away after beating me? Did you forget who I am? Who my mother is?"

Hearing his words, a conflicting expression emerged on their faces, while some even showed fear in their eyes.

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