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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

In the second-year building of the bustling academy, a girl with porcelain-smooth skin sat on a bench placed on the side of an empty hall.

Her beautiful blue hair, tied in a side-braided ponytail, touched her waist.

Her sapphire blue eyes, adorned with long eyelashes, were fixed on the phone in her hand, displaying a single message.

Sighing, she closed her phone before leaning on the bench, her vacant gaze directed at the clear sky above.

The sound of light footsteps echoed beside her before someone took a seat next to her.

With her dark purple hair tied in a low ponytail, she sat quietly, her purple eyes focused on her hands placed on her knees.

"....I am sorry," Avril whispered softly, her gaze still on her hands.

[Oracle of Past] [7] [back in the academy]