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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

"Uzume bloodline—kagura: mai."

Her voice barely audible but enough to bring me back to reality as I grabbed my axe-hammer tightly and prowled towards her.

'Okay, she didn't turn blind.'

Her eyes looked at me sharply, which gave me some relief as she isn't using her everything.

But then again, right now she doesn't need to use her everything to fight equally with me.

As soon as I was close to her, I swung my blade, my hammer locked onto its target—her sharp sword.

If she uses chi with that thing, my body might turn into a fountain of blood.

She stomped her leg forward before swinging her sword diagonally.

The sensation of my axe-hammer hitting something emanated through my hand, but I was still an arm's length away from her.

What I hit was her blade made of Chi.

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