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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

With short black hair combed neatly, he wore a pristine white suit....

...His obsidian black eyes looked at me coldly.

"...Something I can help you with?" I asked, tilting my head in confusion.

"...Hahaha." His expression changed as he let out an awkward laugh. "...Would you like to spare me some time, Lady Esmeray's son?"

"...Are you going somewhere?" he asked, interjecting as he walked closer.

"...Have you been hearing about things people are saying about you?" Interrupting me again, he asked.

"...About you being the [Exiled Prince]." He replied, standing right in front of me, blocking my way.

And because he was a head taller than me, with a well-built body, I had to strain my neck just to look at him.

"Why do you think so?" he asked, interjecting again as his obsidian black eyes looked at me deeply.

[Oracle of Past] [4] [Main Antagonist]