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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

"What should you call him?" Oliver asked, pointing at me while sitting on a bench with a small child resting on his lap.

The training hall was empty as today was a rest day before we moved to the Mendonça Dukedom tomorrow.

The child, who looked about a year old, had short dark-blue hair that complemented his round face filled with baby fat.

His skin was softer than cotton and white as milk, and he was wearing a baby outfit that I had bought for him.

His lavender-colored eyes turned towards me, his mouth curving into a smile as he replied in a lively voice, "...Dada."

"No, no, don't call him that," Oliver grumbled in annoyance, shaking his head. "Call him motherfucker."

The child tilted his head in confusion before he exclaimed, "...Dada!!"

"Shut up, Oliver," I snapped, walking towards him before taking the child away.

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