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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

I looked up at the sound of clapping echoing in my ears, my vision tinged with red as I matched gazes with Ivan, who came forward clapping.

I took deep breaths to calm my trembling heart, ignoring the agonizing pain still running through my back from the knife.

"I am surprised, Azariah," Ivan commented as I looked up.

"You took care of eight people on your own, even though they are only above average. It's still an achievement only a few can accomplish."

I just glared at him, refusing to reply.

"What happened to you?" He asked as he picked up my axe-hammer from the ground. "Where did the coward and whining Azariah, who hid behind his mother, go?"

I still ignored him, focusing on my irregular heartbeat.

"Tell me, Azariah." Placing the hammer below my chin, he asked, "How did you become so strong?"

[Club house] [End]